As anyone who knows me will attest I loathe talking on the phone. If you want reach me, text. If the message is lengthy, e-mail. I use about 3 times as many texts as I do minutes in a month. That’s chump-change compared to a couple of girls currently in the news who have taken texting to the next tier and are currently entertaining offers to turn pro. One of them getting a lot of press right now sent 14,000 messages last month. Yeah, 3 zeros! After recovering from the 440-page cell bill induced strokes her parents restricted her cellphone usage. Ya, think? The other girl, who just texted the first girl the virtual finger, sent an astonishing 35,000 messages on two separate occasions. That’s 1182 a day! I laugh at your pitiful little 14,000 messages, you amateurish beoch. These girls must be able to crush rocks between their fingers with the industrial strength nut crackers dangling off the end of their arms.