by teresa wu

annieisms:

I feel like I’ve been a waste of a Google Wave invite.

See also: George and Zadi (not that they are wastes like me, but they share in my confusion)

As far as I can see, Google Wave is a glorified Gchat, on which you probably never want to have serious conversations with significant others because you can’t *start typing* and then *take it back* because OH SNAPS, they’ll already have seen your “I love you” / “I slept with your mom” / “f off and diaf**” thanks to the wondrous technology that is live transmission.

Moreover, they can replay that shit OVER AND OVER! Down to the seconds you hesitated between “I slept” and “with your mom.” Ain’t no backspace going to save ya.

And here I thought the internet was invented so socially awkward people like me could have a couple of crucial seconds to deliberate over our responses as so not to spew out immediately regrettable crap. That’s why I’m a writer — ‘cause I can’t be witty in real time. Ha.

**die in a fire***

***I’m trying to make this big