I’m one of these. If not for my father telling me to “get with the program” in 1987, I never would have gotten an answering machine. My dear totally-my-hero-Dad from beyond the grave even had power to force me to get with the program. After his death in 2003, I was forced to get call waiting, years after it had been introduced to the public. After his death so many people called, and at that same time I was looking for a job, so I couldn’t have my lines tied up. So, from beyond the grave, my Daddy forced me to “get with the program,” and get call waiting. Think I’m bad? Yesterday, I swear, I talked to a lady who still has a rotary phone.
So here we are in 2012, and I’m finally blogging, way after the idea of blogging began. But fuck that twattering, what is it — that twittering bullshit. I find this blogging medium serves just as well for twittering: that time of month. so hungry, want sugar, fuck food!
Follow me.
1800ukillme 
Dear Bitch, I have no phone. How bad is my situation? Be kind will ya 😐
Wowwww! Now I thought not having a tv was cool (no, I do have one, and unfortunately I do watch it). Now not having a phone — that’s cool!
I like not to have one, it’s a bit old fashioned, less stressful. BUT I saw this blog, a girl who’s doing a lot of drawing on her smartphone and it looks so cool… I started thinking about getting a smartphone. I’ll wait because I know it a brain fling. It will pass. TV suck. Keep it off and you’re safe.
So what if I want to follow you?? Where’s the fucking link??
Le Clown
The blog. It’s the way I twitter BECAUSE — I’m a luddite.
I’m a twit(t).
Got it.
Le Clown
You no twit(t)! Nice to know you would have followed, HAD I had a link! 20 years from now I’ll be ready to twitter.