I got a new phone after losing mine on New Year's last year, and these are the last lines of every conversation I have saved in it.
Got my phonenumbeeeeer back!
What time you leaving? Quick drink before?
Great, thanks, it may be easier to just order some new pants though.
Up to anything?
Awwwww. Leaving in 5
Ok. See you soon.
ok we're home!
sounds good xoxox!
It was nice to meet you, thanks.
I was at that last week hope work schedule lets me go again
Def, have a [...]
My family is weird. Half of them don't speak to the other half; there was apparently serious family money at one point but now there is none; a cousin might have gotten a secret divorce (or else murdered her spouse, who has disappeared); and there is some legitimate religious fanaticism to throw into the mix. On top of the crazy stuff, there are the petty jealousies and one-upmanship, partly stemming from the fact that some of the cousins are very physically attractive, while others aren't, and that some of the cousins are successful in their careers, while others aren't (and the Venn diagram of these categories is constantly changing). [...]
Leda: So also can I do a test for Swan AIDS. Gynecologist: . . . Swan AIDS is not a thing. Leda: Oh, cool.
Helen's best friend: I mean, it's like, not even fun to hang out with you anymore because it's just about allllll these guys trying to talk to you, and I'm all, why am I even here. Helen: What do you want me to do about it? Seriously.
B Sides: STUDY BREAK.
My pokey little hairpins! I was feeling bad about working you too hard the last few rounds. Villette was S-A-D SAD and Dombey and Son is sort of sad and also pretty long. I was going to slow our roll a little bit with an E.M. Forster-off this week (Where Angels Fear to Tread > A Room With a View), because they're short and romantic and just good-sad not bad-sad.
But two puzzles confronted me.
Puzzle 1: I was trying to figure out how on earth A Room With a View even became a Big Deal, and thinking thinking thinking, oh right, Merchant Ivory, young [...]