I have an issue with texting. I am not saying I don’t text. I do text. I text a lot but nothing compared to the amount of texting a teenage girl will do. My issue with texting is on the same level with the people who don’t put their phone down when you’re trying to assist them. I mentioned that before. You can read about my anger over people being rude when they talk on their cellphones when you’re serving them. It’s more of a customer service thing but even under the circumstances of having a conversation with a friend, that too irks me. We’re hanging out. Put the damn phone down and let’s chill. I didn’t waste my time driving over to your place to sit here while you talk to someone else via text. My issue with texting is the poor use of grammar. I want to have a conversation with you but I cannot ignore the fact that when we’re texting, you’re using texting lingo and or, leaving out words just to save time on texting.
Many things on the internet are evil. We have websites, social networking sites, and the infinite number of games that are readily available for you to download on your smart devices or play on your next generation game console. I have an iDevice. Actually, I have two iDevices. Not related to the topic on hand (which is okay cause I ramble on like a recently single woman does with her group of catty bitches) but I own the iPhone and the iPad, both I cherish more than my family and the small number of friends I have.
On these smart devices, I have apps I use rarely and I have apps that I use frequently. I have numerous games that I play daily, some I play weekly, and other games I only downloaded because they were free. Nothing keeps me entertained than defeating invading forces, killing zombies, solving questions about common knowledge trivia, or naming that tune about current pop hits. I only know the currently popular songs because I am in sync with today’s culture and all the current trends, no matter how cra cra they are.
Before I get into this blog entry, I want to apologize for not being more active on the posting. I keep forgetting to post things and when I do get the urge and the giddy feeling inside my heart to do so, I end up inviting people over and we drink, get stupid, and inadvertently, get HR after us for hanging with married women. But that story is for another day and when I say another day, I mean never. I am an open book when it comes to blogging but ask me things, personal things, I clam up. That may be why I am angry all the time and why I hate the world. People say we need to express our feelings but I rather not open up about how I feel about people or answer you when you ask me if I am okay. My answer will be always be, “yeah, I am fine. Now go eff off and leave me be.” I don’t tell them to eff off exactly. I am nicer about it but to get my point across and to amuse me for the sake and keeping up the persona of being an asshole and a total 5’11 of douchebaggery, I will stick to the “eff off” scenario if you stick to leaving me the hell alone. Sound good? Awesome. Now let’s get to me explaining why drinking is a downfall.
I was playing with my iPhone and I decided to ask Siri a barrage of questions. Some of her answers were bleh and some were her being the snide little tramp that she is. I decided to see what Siri would say when I told her I was depressed. She decided humor is the best medicine.
Walking Dead returns tomorrow. I’m excited. If I was going to write it and if I really wanted to make it a memorable opening, this is how it would play out.