Textually Active.

Lady I can't stand came in my door at work, smiled fakely, and told me I smelled just like blueberry muffins. I didn't punch her in the face strictly because it was Friday.

Blurgh.

I have a new phone on a new (shoddier) network, which may or may not facilitate texting international internet boyfriends. Or anyone for that matter. I just couldn't physically tolerate the smug bastards at Verizon telling me their shitty plans hadn't changed in 3 years and I'd have to sign my life away just to get the same one.

So everyone send me a naked photo of themselves and let's hope we're still good.