Oh, but did we keep the Aliant clerk hopping with our requests: Phone #1 getting upgraded, Phone #1 getting Phone #2’s phone number, and Phone #2 getting the phone number of Phone #3 that was not present.
In the process of clearing the memory of Phone #3, I came across text messages that I couldn’t bring myself to delete two years ago – text messages from that sultry summer of 2004.
Aside from messages from my then-boyfriend (W, if you remember), Lil’ Sis and I swapped messages about where and when to meet at the university to drive home together, and I was setting up or receiving invitations to go clubbing, “Want to go to Pacifico tonight?”
It reminds me of the fun I had back then, how many things have occurred in the 4.5 years since, and to reconcile the good with the bad.
This time around, I cleared all the text messages. That’s what my biological memory (and blog) is for. =D