*squares off against new-fangled technology*

Like a lot of people right now, I'm in a worry-making place financially: not in an oh-my-god-take-a-look-at-this-stock-portfolio way -- because it's not like that's not a valid cause for concern, but, I mean, what stock portfolio -- but more in a precarious thank-God-gas-prices-are-dropping-like-a-name-in-Hollywood-at-least-I-can-afford-to-fill-my-car-all-the-way-up-again kind of way. I've dropped superfluous memberships (oh, audible, how I will miss you), and last week I was looking into a pay-as-you-go phone before the racketiness of PAYG setups made me ill enough to stop looking even though some of the phones are like cripplingly cute. So I changed my plan up a little, got rid of the internet access I almost never used, stepped down my plan structure because I never use even half of the minutes I'm allotted. I guess it's nice to have those extra minutes, but let's face it, I will never be the girl who spends hours on the phone every night talking, and there's no point in paying for what you won't use if you're angry at the unseasonably cool fall weather -- which you normally adore -- because it has forced you to turn your heat on in October. Am I right? I think I'm right.

I could totally be the girl who texts people constantly, though. I think that'd be fun. And since my stepped-down plan includes 400 text messages a month, it seems a shame not to at least use the service a little more. So. Why don't you send me a text message? I'm taking a short road trip today, and could use the distraction (I'll be a passenger, though! I promise! I say this because there's nothing in the world that makes me want to sideswipe a car on interstate more than watching someone behind the wheel thumbing a teeny qwerty keyboard!), and hey, I'll even respond, by text or by lj message depending on whether or not I got yer number.

Come on, what do you say? *wheedles*