One of the things on my
countdown to 30 list of Awesomness is to finally beat autocorrect.
And by that I mean actually proof read my posts a bit better.
Now my phone does some random things to me, like occasionally turning sideways,
But the worst is by far the drama caused by Autocorrect. That little iPhone dictionary hates me and expresses its passion in a viciousness that invades every area of my iPhone socialness.
It’s so rude I tell you.
But don’t take my word for it. Oh no, I have proof.
There was the time I told my mother Taylah had a devoted cyst in her eye.
I tweeted Rhi and asked if she wanted to get down with me and my homies in our gang
IG followers could be forgiven for thinking I was excited by bunny boogers.
Kimba’s Facebook status always get the better of me.
I never found out what was in this box, so I’m assuming Ai just tried to distance herself from me and my randomness.
Autocorrect ruins friendships people!
Thankfully Grace did forgive me for calling her a male chicken.
And just when I think I have got it beat, it includes the most random words.
Thankfully, I have surrounded myself with wonderful online friends who not only understand me, but speak my language as well.
Carly liked things a bit kinky.
Daisy’s phone hates her as much as mind hates me.
And Erin is a true friend indeed.
So whilst it seems I have a way to go yet, in convincing autocorrect to forgive me for whatever sin I committed, at least I have a supportive network in place.
One that speaks AC as a second language.
There probably should be a class for that….
Do you have any hog chips?
Flogging with Grace