So, yesterday was sort of a big deal at work, given the fab NYTimes article and subsequent fallout. It was so DEAD! And I was running around like a chicken with its head cut-off... which, oddly enough, was also highly enjoyable. And the blogs! The blogs were outstanding...
DW brought my attention to this post in Jezebel (a top 10 fav blog), and I really think the title says it all, "Ever Sent A Text Message You Wish You Could Abort."
So there's been some big hoo-hah about the abortion rights crowd sending out mass text messages to supporters because our tender eyes are too impressionable not to go out and get an abortion every time we're reminded it's still legal. Which made us think: how many ill-advised text messages have you sent only to wake up pining for the text message equivalent to Plan B?
Hysterical. And yeah, that's happened to me a couple thousand times. My cell phone bill speaks for itself.
It also reminded me of how much I hated my Razr because if I ever started to text someone, and changed my mind mid-text, I couldn't just exit. Oh no! I had to confirm that I wanted to "abort" my message - grody, right?
It's funny how my life has now come full circle...
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Totes should have e-mailed this one around. Hilarious! By the way, in the comments on Jezebel someone said that they once texted: "I just threw my panties in the trash cause they were bothering me. Wanna come over?"
I'm going to have to use that one day.
I sent it around my department, and when TM read it, he laughed so hard he choked, spit up water, and snorted. Best. Moment. Ever.
Who knew that douchebags could laugh. Fascinating species.
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