Cellulove

Because I am a nosy sonuvabitch, I sometimes peer over people shoulders at the texts they write, the emails they read & the books they browse. This guy sitting next to me on Thursday's blue line train to Franconia/Springfield, holding the snazzy red phone pictured below, was quite possibly one of my favorite text messagers in a looong time.



The text he was composing was addressed to "Love of My Life," which means he actually has his significant other programmed into his cell that way.

"CAN I JUST SAY THIS?" he wrote her (or him...) all in caps. "U R 2 PERFECT & BEAUTIFUL."

"Yes, you toolbag," I wanted to say to him. "If you're writing her texts like this, she is probably far too beautiful & perfect for you, at least."