| Two weeks ago I lost my cellphone! Cue sirens, overdramatic music, send out a search party. What was I going to do?
Pull yourself together I hear you say, it's only a cellphone. If only it were that simple, for I have a small confession to make. You see I have unashamedly become a texting addict. For months now I have been texting stories, comments or just "hellos" to the handful of friends who shared my texting delight. What would happen now? Was I to become like one of those poor desperate people you see using public transport. How could I possibly hope to arrange my ever so important social life without my little red friend? How could I get in touch with my boyfriend to tell him "running l8, b thr soon." Or to send a quick message to Jemima and Tamara "kof e @ Santos?" Face it I might as well get a job in retail. I could see my future now. I was destined to a world of sitting at home waiting for the phone to ring, while my touch texting skills wither away to nothing. After a while I would actually have to revert to conversations with people rather then just dashing out "hi, hope u hv a gr8 day, c u soon xx." Fortunately, help was at hand. I mentioned my plight to daddy and he gave me his gold card so I could pop out and get a new one. Thank heavens! Let me assure you darling readers, things have never been better. My new phone not only has text messaging, but predictive text messaging, email, and inbuilt WAP capabilities. Now I've just got to work out a way to tell daddy that they found my old phone. I think I'll just text him. |
| Oh Golly I've Lost My Cellphone! |
Wednesday, 01 August 2001 12:00
