After writing down every number worth keeping from my old phone I couldn't believe how much 'tards, wanks and fannies I've met and ended up with their numbers. From people asking about the 'Terror (saved under 'name Onion') or just random people up town. Months or years after your memory such people fades, you can keep their 11 digits for as long as you like. Left me thinking about how many people I've known or met that I have just become 11 numbers to, and who the next people will be. Crazy.
It was sad relieving my ol' phone of its duties. So many people loved or hated my 'sandwich' / 'brick' / 'what the fuck is that'; and that's probably the only reason it's been in use for so long. In honour of so many good times a few drinks are on the menu for it tonight. Definitely the end of the non-predictive text era!
I've also noticed that as the years creep on it appears that being a slut is all the rage; even gradually more acceptable. From people doing anything to get a kiss, hummer or 'shag'; to others willing to lower - even forget - their standards just so they have someone to cling on to, if only for one night. The other day a friend even declared to me "I'm such a slut lol", which was probably the blast of realisation that confirmed he though his piers accepted and endorsed such slutty behaviour.
I say this with no ego but I sometimes wish that there were much more guys with more traditional views and values regarding the opposite sex. It fairly pisses myself and Scott off when we talk or hear about people being arses to ladies, but we've came to the joint conclusion that in a dog-eat-dog set up the phrase 'nice guys finish last' is definitely the most fitting. Oh, and don't pat yourself on the back – you might break your spine.
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