A brief glimpse into the middle of a random rapid-fire
SMS conversation.
“… You’re
crazy, woman. ;)”
“You’re one
to talk!”
“Pfft. Fiddlesticks.
I’m 64% sane… I feel that’s a leg up from most people.”
“The fact
you made up a percentage is evidence otherwise, alone. A little defensive, eh?”
“Firstly, 64
is an elegant number, and a perfectly adequate percentage to represent my level
of sanity, and secondly, I fart in your general direction.”
“So now you’re
crude and crazy.”
“Aw. I love
it when you SMS such sweet nothings to me. I maintain my majority level of
sanity. I’d also like to point out that the person you’re debating the sanity
of, and with, is someone whom you purport to be nuts… Who’s the crazy one now?
;)”