Hello, I'm Stan and I'm a textaholic I am powerless over my thumbs

Look at the world and think about a catastrophic disaster where the cell phone towers went dead. How would you ever be able to 'TEXT" your next door neighbor to see if they were okay

When it comes to texting the power of you thumbs compel you

As long as you have a Cell Phone you're never alone

The boy in the closet is your boyfriend. He loves you and will tell you all about last night.

The more helpful our phones get, the harder it is to be ourselves. For everyone out there fighting to write idiosyncratic, high-entropy, unpredictable, unruly text, swimming upstream of spell-check and predictive auto-completion: Don't let them banalize you. Keep fighting.