My Blackberry Loves Me

I guess I have to retract yesterday’s post. I lost it yesterday evening, and I had a blast doing it. smh

I love to text. Yep, rather text than talk. My divorce was handled by text message. Shame I couldn’t sign the papers via text.

There is a point where I get pissed off at text messages. Especially when I am busy and the texter knows it.

I had been good about who I added as a friend on Facebook. I let up and now I have a texting stalker. What is that? A staxter, a stexter – shit, let’s just go with annoying as fucking hell.

Who in the hell interprets “What are you doing?” (them) “Scrubbing the tub.” (me) as “hey I’m not doing anything that requires me to stop, dry off my hands, pick up my phone and check the message so keep texting me with nonsense.”

Or, “What are you doing?” (them) “Working.” (me) as hey I’m not doing anything that requires attention so please run the battery down on my phone with more nonsense and distract me from the code I’m searching through.”

Nonsense stuff:

#1 ”I miss your twang.” Okay, this one is kind of funny since they are from the North and me from the South. It isn’t funny after the 15th text message that day telling me this.

#2 ”I think you are a beautiful person.” Also a nice thing to hear every once in awhile. Not more than once a day, and especially not when I’m in a happy good place in my life and don’t need positive affirmations, as they put it.

#3 “I say what I mean, mean what I say, without being mean.” Seriously, do they have this where they can copy and paste, or saved as a quick text. Repeating yourself is, well, annoying. I’m not stupid and got it the first time.

#4 "Okay, you got me. Yes, I am hitting on you.” Um that’s not hitting on me, that’s annoying and really creepy dude. Mushy shit is for lovers and talking to puppies, babies and they don’t even enjoy it. Plus dude, you need to copy, paste and send #3 to yourself. Read it, memorize it and above all else, fucking practice it.

After awhile I haven’t a clue how to respond to this shit. So I did what I normally do that gets my butt in hot water – posted my grievances on Facebook.

No, I hadn’t been drinking. I can only imagine how much funnier it could have been if I had been.

I also texted a friend of his, who promptly told me it was my own damned fault for giving him my number. Wise man, love him to death. That’s a #3 if I ever heard it.

I have a few choices. Oh choices aside from screaming OMF and WTF and…

I just realized as a Blackberry owner that there has been a lot of enhancements to my phone’s software. Not only can I choose a specific ringtone for a caller, specific tone for a texter I can also now choose the volume – as in mute.

I’ll be shit. Awesome. Now I can tell if it is a family member calling/texting or someone I really want to hear from.

This is a lot better choice than having to change my phone number. Yes, my Blackberry loves me and I love it right back!