Now that I'm a hick, my overall mentality has slightly changed.
I used to check people. com twice a day- now I check email once a week when I visit my parents with their highly-advanced Netscape dial-up.
Dawson's Creek reruns and reality TV has been replaced with George MacDonald and Red Rose tea.
My current idea of a microwave is setting a plate of food in the sun, ready to eat in one hour.
Because T-Mobile in Oregon is useless, I have no contact with faraway friends, enemies, or acquaintances. I would write, but I don't have anyone's address.
I think my car used to be green.
I'm surprised I can actually remember how to type on this keyboard. I'm going a little nutty, pardner. Thank God I'm starting Jazzercise tomorrow.