It had been a while since my phone was last charged. From a number I didn't recognise, a message obviously not for me:
"i miss u"
So I composed a message back. It took ages, even with making a concession to the medium of using the word 'text' as a verb (it felt wrong but I thought it might be more easily understood).
"Sorry, you texted the wrong number."
In reply, seconds later.
"fuck u"
There's only so much you can do. I consider the correspondence closed.
Words, from a mostly metrocentric perspective. See Metrocentricity for pictures.
22 January 2009
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Blog Archive
-
▼
2009
(33)
-
▼
January
(10)
- Bertie Bassett's Barmy Army! Bertie Bassett's Barm...
- Esperanza
- Should be at a party to celebrate the Announcement...
- This is why I don't
- Things I've recently thought of on waking
- Not that if have, but I did I'd be selling tickets
- Chicken Curry With Chips! £4:00
- In & out of Wandsworth, numbers on their names, fu...
- Nique la rentrée
- They sliced him open like a mackerel, then stitche...
-
▼
January
(10)
No comments:
Post a Comment