It was right around this time last year when I had 538 images saved in this phone. I remember thinking that was a lot.
I've had it since 2017. iPhone 8, it is. Runs like a champ, it does! Six years and I don't know how many SIM cards later, I managed to amass 538 images.
Most everyone I know has thousands of photos in their phone, especially the girls. My wife's gotta have at least a thousand selfies on hers.
Don't act like you don't, ladies!
I do a lot of deleting. :click: No image is safe with me. I have no fear of the delete button nor the reprisals associated to it.
I'll regret it, they say.
One of these days when someone mentions such-n-such and you were there but you're old and can't remember because you don't have any memories backed up, you'll wish you didn't delete all your photos.
If it's memories we're banking on cherishing, I prefer the ones stored in my factory settings, thank you very much. Show me an image of myself having the time of my life that I can't remember isn't a gleeful reminisce, it's torture.
Welcome, Olli II. Jrkovka dvorna—Atlas.
It was December, last year, the 12th to be exact. Got a room in Atlanta on the 11th. Picked her up first thing the following morning at Atlanta International Airport.
It's her first birthday right now.
Mhm.
October 13th, 1 yr old today, she's a Friday the 13th baby. A whole year already. I hardly remember days before her.
Haven't even had her a year yet and somehow I've managed to more than triple my six year photo collection. Same phone, still works like a champ, nothing's changed other than the photo balance.
Thing's got 2,103 photos in it now.
No idea how that happened.
What I've done since discovering the blockchain is save images here and then delete them from my phone to make room for other things.
Document it - delete it / Document - delete. Eazy peezy.
Not Dabba'Dog. That's another one—name. She has a lot of them. Delete a photo of Dabba'Dog, what are you? Out of your skull?!
Everyone knows what a dab is, right? Not the THC kind, the other one where you tuck your head to your elbow and point the other way with both hands.
It's how she chills. Sleep, rest, pout, that's another one—Pouty Pants. Whichever one she's in, rest assured she's doing it in her signature move. She's got a couple of them—signature moves.
538 photos on this thing in the five years leading up to her and now there's more than 21 hundred in it and she's only been here 10 months. Seems like a lot. And quick, too!
No idea how that happened.
