10 BEST QUOTES FROM HER DIARY PROVING HOW ANNE FRANK WAS STARVING AND TERRIFIED

I suppose it was my fault for reading the guardian.

In protection of full text.

I text a terrible amount, really. I don't like the interface and do nothing to change it: I imagine there is a simple way to do so via a keyboard, which is probably the quickest way to write, although it is still second best in my life, preferring the pace of handwriting and the evolutionary obviousness of its superiority: humans make symbols with their hands. Full stop.
The sms, though, reigns fiercely and there seems no way to abdicate. I don't have the will. That it is short is also a problem, always loving to explain myself at whatever length (often too long, unclear, thwarted). So I generally do, at some cost to my cervical spondylosis, and patience. I have found that while I am starting to slip or give up on misspelling by typo (what is communicated is largely unchanged by this, although a "cultural shift" hovers over it and my recipients, who have, wearily, come to expect a fairly exact communique. There is some arbitrary benefit to attempt concision, sure (twitter may make better wrtiers of us all, or make us non writers), but I like full sentences, and the real benefit is being understood more or less perfectly, so that when (I must find examples to make this less or even more boring) a certain turn of phrase or usage is in it, I am fairly sure someone gets the joke, the tone, the insult. I also swear a lot. More than anyone I know. I swear at my mother frequently throughout a given day. So i am not defending full usage for some dusty, hackneyed, academic reason, but that writing poorly in any medium has a cost. It really does keep my writing okay, and benefits how I think and speak. When I have texted poorly, I really feel it, and recipients lose trust, for good reason. They cannot then trust my delivery, and my delivery also suffers. I text fairly fully for my benefit, chiefly.

All Cats Are Grey