Thursday, January 10, 2008

Text Adventures

Raggs is stuck at a job with no internet access (what? and where's that fodder, Raggs?), so we don't get our normal IM fix. She's resorted to texting me on my phone.

Now, let me first point out that I'm a cheapskate and each text costs me fifteen cents, something I bitch about constantly. So when my phone beeps and it says "New Message", I sigh loudly and roll my eyes as I open it up:

Oh lord so bored. 15 cent poetry productions, inc.

Keeper.

6 comments:

DK said...

The text or the girl?

Hurley182 said...

The text of course. ;)

Ash said...

Ha ha haaaaaa! They charge you for incoming messages? Lame!

Raggedy Angst said...

Yes, and he really does bitch about the cost. I consider texting my messages to him o.n.e. l.e.t.t.e.r a.t a t.i.m.e, but I think he'd dump me and get a chihuahua.

bladio said...

sometimes i text my brother-in-law just to say "that'll be $1".

Lynn Sinclair said...

There's a nifty device that won't cost you a thing. Um...what is it called? Oh yeah, a phone.