Last night some of my friends and I invented a new game. Texting Roulette is where a group of people pass their phones counterclockwise and each person gets to text someone from another person’s phone. There are a few rules.
- The text can’t be insanely vulgar.
- You can veto family and business relationships.
- All texts are read aloud before they’re sent.
- If you don’t allow a text to be sent, you’re out and you suck.
This is the text Adam Gotterer sent a few people from my phone: “It’s been a while since we have been honest with our feelings. I think it’s time.” Sending the texts isn’t nearly as fun as when people start reading responses out loud. Also interesting, my texting from Adam’s phone almost got him back together with an old flame.
Jake told me he bought a pair of Converse All-Stars yesterday. It made me nostalgic, because I actually remember how much he loved his first pair of All-Stars. I haven’t seen his new ones yet, but I’m betting they aren’t red high-tops.
Oh my mom’s tumblr. What a good source of nostalgia. Am I also holding a Stegasaurus? Badass. Pay no attention to the cardigan.
