Yes, I’m a day late again. Better late than never, though, amirite? Today’s (or yesterday’s) textspeak is one of my pet peeves.
Passwords are one of the banes of my existence. As are PIN numbers (yeah, that’s redundant, but I just can’t do PIN), but at least those are only 4 to 6 digits. I long for the good ol’ days, when a password only had to be 7 letters long and there were no requirements to capitalize anything or add numbers. Those passwords were easy to remember. Passwords now? Not so much.
I couldn’t tell you how many times I’ve forgotten passwords to this WordPress account. I’ve cycled through all of my old school passwords (plus numbers), family members, and am now in new password territory. I’ve lost Twitter passwords, Gmail passwords, and passwords for pretty much every online store (which maybe isn’t the worst thing).
Before you ask, I do click the “Save Password” option when prompted on Chrome, but unfortunately, that doesn’t count for shit when I need to log on to something on my phone. After combing through the mixed up files in my brain, I either get locked out or give up and have to move on to creating something new. Many curse words are used when this happens, much to Sam’s amusement. (Sidenote: why does it seem like Sam is always endlessly amused with anything that frustrates me? Hmph.) Also, before you ask, I’m way too paranoid to write down a list of my passwords anymore. I did that once on an old Yahoo account, much to my husband’s horror when he watched me pull up the note containing all of the log-in info for everything from our bank account to my Facebook account (although, maybe he was less horrified about Facebook). And y’all know how secure Yahoo is. Yikes.
So, no, I am not a fan of the passwords. Except for when someone lets me access ESPN on their Dish account, anyway. (Finding someone you can mooch off of is rule number one of Cutting the Cable.)
Alternative meanings: p**** whipped (one of the few times you’ll see me censor a curse word).
Textspeak I passed up: PBIAB (payback is a bitch), PITA (pain in the ass), PM (personal or private message), POS (piece of shit), and PTL (praise the lord).