Chat is my primary means of communication with friends, colleagues, family and annoying cousins who donâ€™t have internet access. Half the people I befriended in the blogworld are on my chat too. As a result, I chat all day.
There are downsides to chatting all day, apart from Carpal-Tunnel Syndrome. I tend to make typos. Some typos are innocuous. But some promote profound misunderstanding of my character. I was fortunate enough to save some of the biggest typos I did (so that I can use them on a rainy day when I donâ€™t have any other interesting post).
I would like to vindicate myself of some of the unflattering impressions I may have created.
- I may have rooted for a specific body part of yours (go tit), but I just meant to say I got it.
- I may have accidentally made sexist comments about random women, (I like her butt), but it was a simple case of an extra â€œtâ€. I meant to say â€œI like her, butâ€¦.â€
- I may have insulted popular people (He is retarded as an authority), I just have regard for them
- I may have sounded like I was bagging quickies in the middle of the afternoon at work, (back in a sex) but I was just taking a break for a â€œsecâ€ (without sex, of course)
- I may have spread vile office rumors about my superiors (he has 20 people blow him). I meant to say that guy has 20 people below him.
- Just because the PCI port seems to take anything in it, I might have sounded like I was insulting it (stick it in the PCI slut), but I just meant slot
- I may have asked you to do nasty things to your monitor (Did you tryc licking on the icon). I hope you didnâ€™t try that. Just click on the icon.
- I may have sounded like I was asking for sexual favors (Can you do me). I was not. At least, not in this instance. It was just an eager-enter syndrome. I pressed enter before typing “a favor”