Who doesn't love a text message? Who doesn't pounce on their phone when they hear that thin little chirp telling them that someone has devoted some small amount of attention and thumb strength all to them? Whether it's from a friend or an enemy or someone really special (yes, Angela Lansbury's website has my number; I'm not ashamed), a text message arrives on the same cloud of exciting possibility as a phone call, but without any of that uncomfortable conversational obligation.
Loving text messages as I do, I'm pretty happy with my new phone number. I seem to have inherited the digits of someone with a far more exciting life than my own. I'm not just referring to the daily calls from collection agencies or the overdraw notices from Chase Bank. I'm talking about important text messages, about important stuff. Here are a few examples from the past month: