Txt msg'n and blogging

txt msg rcvd ;-]

I HAD just completed my first day's blogspot rant when this text message appeared - yippie, yahoo, technology. 
'Hey #@x. Dyin from #@x*v!'s fatty greesy cookin, sausage drenched in a fatty carbonarona bacon sauce and white garlic bread last night. riddled with heartburn ;(' - Time: 11.26.44. Date: 05-10-2010.
In reply I opined; 'Fat people are happiest eating food and fattening up the slim 'n' trim. Make your own. Stop eating the fat man's food. Coleraine's 'big @"#' did the same to me.'
He continued: 'lol #@x hes makin me sick...he hasnt a clue how to cook good food, everythings drenched in fatty sauces. im checking out places in islandbridge. hows u?' - Time: 11.31.14. Date: 05-10-2010.
I texted, after a discrete period and a full colon: 'Me good. Writing a web rant on blogspot. 1st day of it. I've munched my five-a-day fruit salad box for breakfast but I did munch 2 hash browns and half a grilled tomato to pick me up. Left knee sore. Difene overnighters helping me sleep. Less than 4 weeks until the dole queue for Christmas. So stop complaining about bad food. Make your own. Say to them 'thanks but no thanks, I need to watch my cholesterol.'

The once very fit n trim pal is so upset by the bad food regime that he is searching out alternative accomodation away from the friend with a heart of gold but dangerous 24ct cholesterol levels. 'We are what we eat' is a simple mantra but apparently beyond the grasp of the 'comfort food' fraternity.

Another txt from the 'busy' office administrator: 'im meeting a guy tomorrow about a hse share... hes sounds fit. great about the blog, i think i'll start one up about casual fucks".' - Time: 12.21.29. Date: 05-10-2010.