Archive for the ‘GMail’ Category

A 21st Century Break-Up

In facebook, GMail on October 20, 2008 at 7:58 pm

Over the weekend Lovr Boy and I got into a little tiff, which started out over some passive aggressive, vitriolic, ‘I-don’t-want-to-date-you-you-meanie!’ GMails to each other and escalated to me changing his Facebook password [LOL? or Actually Psychotic? You be the judge!].

Upon discovering this, I received this email:

wtf? di you change my facebook paswrd? [sic]

Sigh. The Youth of Today.

[and for the record, all’s well that ends well. I am his, he is mine, we are what we are, etc. Make up and make out, as I always say]


I know it’s trendy to hate Facebook

In GMail, overheard on my g-chat on April 3, 2008 at 3:47 pm

..but I fucking hate Facebook.

11:26 AM me: i really hate that ‘people you may know’ feature on facebook
11:27 AM Alex: really?
it helped me find some people
me: because it’s all people i’ve defriended
Alex: ahahahahahahahaah
me: i really hope i don’t show up in theirs
thats so disconcerting
theyll know that i found them dull and uninteresting
11:28 AM Alex: haha i’m glad my facebook profile has managed to fascinate you for so long
me: oh not their profiles, as people
they were dull and uninteresting
11:29 AM Alex: ohhh ok
11:30 AM me: anyway, it turns out that i shouldnt have defriended them because now ben dwertman has more friends than i do on facebook
11:31 AM Alex: oh man annie
in some ways we’re so alike
and in others so different


11:32 AM Allison: i got refriended by someone i defriended
bah humbug! I’m going to go play Scrabulous and check my NewsFeed to see if I made it into anyone’s “Favorite Quotes”.
[This post is dedicated to Genny, fellow facebook lover/hater, and Ben Dwertman, who I promised would not get quoted in my blog. -Ed.]

Judging Partners’ Books

In books, GMail, overheard on my g-chat on March 31, 2008 at 11:57 pm
4:39 PM me: the problem with judging peoples’ book collections is that I have way more books than any guy i date
4:41 PM Ben: i hope i’d never get judged on the basis of my reading
 me: i hope i would!!
4:42 PM Ben: yeah, i think you’d stand up well
  i don’t think i’d make a standard grade
 me: well, i do have this one harold bloom book but its from 9th grade

Overheard on my G-Chat:

In GMail, overheard on my g-chat on February 20, 2008 at 2:13 am

tania: i miss him too

me: 😦 😦 😦
our world is changing
9:06 PM tania: yeah but i bet you will be able to buy cuban cigars in the states in the next 5 years
me: haHA!
tania: cuban products: here they come.
what do they even have to offer us?
9:07 PM it is all probably so good
me: more che posters!!
tania: HA HA HA
me: because college students in the us dont have enough!!
[re: da newz]

Overheard on my G-Chat:

In craigslist, GMail, overheard on my g-chat on February 15, 2008 at 5:00 pm
11:55 AM Jason: haha i love missed connections
  “b train girl with a nose ring (allston)”

[in response to this guy, who posts every day. I’m starting to flag him. I’m a Craigslist Vigilante.]

The Future’s So Bright, I Gotta Wear Shades

In Boston, Egypt, FutureMe, Gemini, GMail, Space-Time, Time-Space, Uncategorized on September 4, 2007 at 6:59 am

A few days ago [2] I opened GMail and got this message:

  from “” <>   hide details Sep 1 (3 days ago)
  date   Sep 1, 2007 1:03 PM  
  subject   ??  

The following is an e-mail from the past, composed on Sunday, January 7, 2007, and sent via

Eh? Then I remember [vaguely] sending this email because some Internet-savvy friend [sortof] found this website [, shockingly enough] where you can send emails to yourself IN THE FUTURE. No, REALLY. Because apparently I got one. Barring discussions of THE space-time continuum [if you must know, that’s not my forte and I don’t care to understand it, and is it space-time or time-space?], isn’t that GREAT? I’m almost tempted to email myself in-the-future-one-year-from-now EVERY DAY so that I can know just EXACTLY what I did a year ago [har dee har har, Annie, isn’t that what JOURNALS are for?]!

Unfortunately, the content of the email wasn’t all that juicy as far as I’m concerned. I mean, it asked if I was still in love with Some Person, which I wasn’t, and it also asked if I had found a “Dashing Gemini” [Past-Me’s words, not mine!], which I haven’t, and, more importantly, it asked me if I was in Egypt, which I’m not, despite approx. four [plus] years of planning it to be that way. This made me feel a little dumb because instead of up-and-moving to Cairo I up-and-moved to Boston, and even though Boston in my mind is a lot scarier than the Motherland, most people have different perceptions of what scary is and even though people are bad drivers, Boston is Not Scary [I have my own reasons for thinking it is, but that’s for Therapy and Not For You!]. All in all, I’d just like to say this: I moved to Boston largely because of Youthful Abandon and I’m not ready to give up all the things that come with it yet, like short-shorts and hollarin’ and going out for beers and PDA and dancing all night. So, FutureMe, when the cold cold winter hits and you’re pissed off because you’re not dodging cat-callers and little children and cabs built in ’84, just remember your PastMe pursuits of Youth, Eternal. And, from FutureMe to PastMe: Don’t say I didn’t warn you.