I did once. It was awful.
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Ok, here's the deal. It's not that I hate cellphones, I just hate the damn conversations that people have on them. It's amazing how someone can make a 30 second conversation into a 45 minute story that involves neither you nor the outcome of your day.
Like, I'll get a phone call from a friend, who tells me that he's not going to be wherever it was he was going to meet me, to which I reply "ok." Problem solved, no further information is necessary.
Then he says some out of the blue statement like "my sister got the clap," to which I reply "How did that happen?" And you have to ask in order to be polite. You can't just start laughing and singing the "Clap On Clap Off" song, you have to show interest in this out of the blue excuse for his not being where he's supposed to be.
Now, you know how she got the clap... Well, you at least think you would know how she got it, but you still gotta ask.
But then he says: "Well, she was out in the back yard raking leaves when this dog in heat approached her and started humping her leg. I guess she smelt like a rotweiler if you can believe that. Well the dog keeps humping and humping but she can't get him off, and she doesn't know what to do, so she finally just gives in and lets him finish. And he does, leaving little doggy nuggets all over her leg. Well, you can imagine how awful that must be, so she kicked at the dog. Well, when she did, some of the doggy juice flew into her mouth. Well, you know what happens when a bug flies into your mouth? You swallow it, cause it's a bit of a shock, right? Well, she swallowed the dog cum, and the dog apparently had the clap. So now her boyfriend is all pissed off because he's got the clap from her."
Oddly enough, you believe the story because you've seen his sister, who is rather unfortunate looking and gets laid maybe once every 4 or 5 years, and this year happened to be a good year for her. Well, up until she got the clap from a dog.
"Anyways," the friend continues, "do you know if the doggy clap is the same as the human clap? Or, is she in danger of getting rabies?"
To which you begrugingly reply "I dunno, man. I'm not a vet."
He says, "I gotta ask, because lately she's been looking at beastiality porn a lot at home." And it goes on and on and on, and all you keep thinking to yourself is "I should've just texted him."
And that's why I prefer texting over talking on the phone. People keep text messages short.
Dude. Apparently they don't keep posts short.
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Well, where would the fun be in that?
I confess I hate checking voicemail; it's so slow and cumbersome compared to text messages. I'll go days without checking it.
Now if I was getting more dirty messages it might be more fun...
I just hate talking on the phone to most people. Most people cannot hold my attention on the phone and I get fucking annoyed. Then they make it feel awkward when I'm trying to hang up. Grrrr. I love typing esp. since my phone has a kickass mini keyboard. I admit people who have to type on regular cell phones have good reason to complain. When I did it didn't really bother me, I'm a super quick txter.
So, I'm a self-proclaimed txt & myspace whore. ;)