After one of my last posts about going through my boyfriends phone, I have had some pretty interesting opinions. Most people have said that snooping through someones contacts is morally wrong. I was looking through twenty something males phone that I have seen naked. We are on a pretty intimate level, it’s not like I picked up a strangers phone off the bar and started going through their text messages! As far as questioning my moral capacity based on this behavior: I am not breaking into the Pentagon for top secret information here, people! If it’s such a sensitive subject for someone, then maybe that sensitivity comes from past history. Did someone see something they weren’t supposed to? Are you hiding something? If you are still that worried about it then this article from tech website, Mashable about a new app may be perfect for you!
Basically iTrust uses an image of your iPhone homescreen to fool other people into interacting with the device. It will then record where people touch on the image so you can see any attempts. Of course, iTrust does have one fatal flaw — if you press the home screen button after you are already on the page the app will exit and whoever is trying to peek at your mail can go right on peeking. Of course, they can probably delete all traces of using iTrust as well.
Read more at Mashable
If he says: “I’ll call you when I get back”: translation is: wherever I’m going I’m not coming back so don’t wait for my call.
“I’ll call you when I’m done”: when I’m done curing cancer or traveling to outer space to service the Russian space station. Might be a while.
“I’ll call you when I get home”: really means; I’m homeless so don’t hold your breath.
“I’ll call you right back”: get a good book cause it’s going to be awhile.
“I’ll call you soon”: soon to him means whenever he remembers your name so u don’t figure out that you are programed as “big tits girl from bar” in his phone.
And then he”ll; nope , this guy isn’t ever going to call.
Stop waiting by the phone. No answer is your answer.
So, it has been almost six years since I graduated college. I am now back in a college again for another degree. No, not a Masters, unless you can get your M.S. in professional procrastination of life. I am getting another Bachelors degree. 1 + 1= 2 so two B.S. should equal one Masters, right? Another degree in graphic design or japanese art history and you can start referring to me as Doctor! I am walking across campus top class this morning amongst twenty year old girls in cut off shorts and guys riding there bikes with iPods blasting and pass a fellow late twenty something. He looks to be near my age because his facial hair looks un forced (not like he has been working on it for moths) and he isn’t wearing any University paraphernalia or a shirt that says Grab My Balls or some other not so clever play on words. He actually turns to check me out as we pass each other. I know this because it is true that I have eyes in the back of my head. I start to get a little spring in my step since this attention comes at such an early hour and I’m not wearing any makeup. Then he turns again, stops and calls my name. Oh shit. I hate small talk. Especially with strangers and acquaintances. Before I can remind myself that I don’t want to talk to anyone at 8am I have already turned around like a knee jerk reaction whenever my name is called. This guy approaches me and wraps me in a huge bear hug as he goes on about how good it is to see me and how long it’s been. Besides the fact he has crossed way over into my personal space and is now hugging me is blowing my mind. But, who the fuck is this guy? I back away and pretend to know him by repeating that it has been so long (like forever) and it’s so great to see him again too. I try to place him. Nothing. He smelled a bit familiar when he hugged me, but I may have just liked his cologne. We probably had a class together my first time around in college (which I will now refer to as round 1) and I flirted with him so he would let me cheat off of him in class. Although, he does not look very smart or like someone I would choose to cheat off of. I recommend the foreign students as unknowing tutors. We part ways and I am very confused as to who he is and why he was so happy to see me. Then he turns and checks me out again! That;s when it clicks. Not who he is, but how I possibly know him. Right there at 8am in the middle of a college campus this guy totally undresses me with his eyes and gives me that “I’ve seen you naked look”. It was a good thing I had my sunglasses on or he would have read the confusion all over my face. You know that look. I can’t explain it, but it’s the look you give to someone that says,” I know what you look like naked with your eyes closed” If I had remembered who he is this would have been flattering. But, 8 hours later and I am still wracking my brain. Why cant I remember this guy. I remember every single guy I have kissed. Or at least I think I do. What the fuck did I do in round 1? Maybe, I should be asking myself who the fuck did I do?