I talk to my roommates on Facebook Chat... In the house... Regularly.
It's a little ridiculous that we don't just shout through the walls, but I appreciate the inherent passivity that comes with telecommunicating rather than barging into bedrooms to ask if one of them has a stapler. Unfortunately, this can become problematic when we text each other in a room full of our peers, especially when we then lose our stone-cold composure and start laughing uncontrollably. About shitting.
Real mature.
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