I was curled up on the couch late last night, my cashmere blanket tucked around my feet, a glass of Sauvignon Blanc in hand, nibbling on yogurt-covered pretzels and watching "Sex & the City: The Movie" - for the second time - when I received a text message from a guy I haven't seen since January. Of 2008.
"You a dick in you?"
And listen, I don't want to seem ungrateful... because I do realize the scenario I just painted is only three cats short of completely pathetic, but I have to put this out there: If you're so drunk that you forget to include a verb in your booty call text message, there's a pretty good chance I'm just going to roll my eyes, refill my wine glass, pop another yogurt-covered pretzel into my mouth and never ever respond.
Even if we all know that the answer... with really almost any verb you can think of... is "um, yeah, duh."
I mean, a girl's gotta have standards, ya know? And mine apparently start - and finish - with grammar.
I met my geekyfantastic friend Willow for a beer out in the Sunset last night, and somehow the conversation drifted around to Daisy, who works in sales at Six Apart SF but moonlights as one of the most hilarious bloggers I've read. She's a damned good writer- her stuff sometimes reads like Texts From Last Night, but it takes skill to consistently expand 140 characters into two or three paragraphs and a beautiful punchline.
Also, I'm testing out the new Blog It! feature in Typepad, which blockquotes, sources, and posts almost any content on the Internet to your Typepad blog. Pretty nifty.
