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| 2010-02-03 02:06 |
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Hey, Spenties! Miss me? Yeaaah, I didn't miss you guys either. Mostly because you're a bunch of dicks, but that's neither here nor there I say starting out on a great note. Balete.
Typing on a phone touch screen is like communication hell. I don't have one. I had an iPhone for about 2 days until I realized that I already have an iPod, I don't need another one that makes calls and drives me into a fiery rage with every text message. No, what I'm talking about are the assholes that are trying to text on a touch screen phone while driving. In New York City. I don't know who decided texting while driving is a good idea in the first place, but at least old phones have buttons that you can kind of feel around on and type without looking. There's just no way to text on a touch screen phone without looking at it, and looking at it while driving means taking your eyes off of the road, the traffic lights, and in this case girls who are suspiciously me-shaped trying to cross the street. I made it, obviously, even though it was a pretty trying ordeal.
Anyway, moving right along. I was going to say that most of you probably know me, but if this place's turnover rate is anything like it was when I worked here before that might not be true. So I'm Daisy. I'm a Lifestyles columnist returning after a brief and boring stint at GQ. Let's face it, after working at a place where people make anonymous posts just to take a cowardly shit on their coworkers nowhere else is really going to be able to measure up on the interesting scale.
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