A New Kind of Spam

I just got my first text spam from a horrible person named Kirsten who wanted me to buy her new album.  That text message just assured that I would not buy her album even if I wanted it.  When Kirsten sent me that message she stole from me.

I am allowed X number of text messages per month.  Kirsten just wasted one of them.  Since I can’t hunt Kirsten down and shove her phone where she’d have a heck of a time reaching the keys, how do I protect myself from unwanted text messages?

I am not amused.

I Seem To Be Breaking Up

I do not have the best of luck with cell phones.  I took my last one snorkeling in Hawaii and it didn’t care for the experience at all.  Then I bought this pretty ruby colored Samsung slide — and it can’t keep it together. Literally. The thing loses its mind on a daily basis.

I can’t keep the back on the darn thing.   If I slip the phone in my purse — even though there is a compartment for it — when I reach back in to take it out the back is off the phone and the battery has fallen out.  It is a hassle. I am not buying a new phone and I have no intention of renewing this plan — ever — so I’ve been trying to come up with another solution.

Well, I think I’ve finally found the answer.  I am going to get a couple of cute cell phone cases. The case will fit the cell phone much more snugly than the purse pocket does. Hopefully that will keep the phone all in one piece. The only other ideas I have are super glue or a rubber band, either of which might make the phone slide a little difficult to operate. Then again, maybe I should just take the darn thing snorkeling and put it out of my misery.