The text auto corrector on my phone makes me send messages to people who must think I have some sort of texting tourrette’s.
Yesterday I sent Lizzie a message saying – Bunnies are shit. Which is a pretty random message to get from someone. And not true either because bunnies are quite nice. What I meant to say was that Vinnie’s were shit. I was there looking for some secondhand wardrobes and they had nothing.
I sent Kimba a text telling her not to call me because I’m at the Doc’s (doctors) and the message she received said not to call me because I’m at the Soca. She thought I’d taken up some sort of aquatic sport. And when I was cleaning out the box of old computer games I sent Lloyd a message asking him did he want to keep Valvular’s Gate instead of Baldur’s Gate.
But the funniest one this week is the one I sent to a friend of mine. She had a fight with her boyfriend and she has a potty mouth and (LANGUAGE WARNING) she had called him a paranoid cunt and some other things. And then five minutes later she wants me to go up and have dinner with them. And I sent her a text saying that I thought I’d give it a miss because I’d feel a little bit awkward seeing as how she’d just called him a paranoid Cynthia. Which sounds much nicer anyway.