Lola.

She’s the new girl in town. She likes to live life, love, laugh, and have fun.

…that is, when she’s not at work.

It’s really difficult to say what her job is. Nobody knows where she came from. All we do know about her at this point in time is that she can be quite a pain in the ass.

Her spontaneity is ruining our fun. She’s got a job to keep up and it is beginning to take its effect on society.

She can appear at any moment of life:

…When you’re telling your friend about the guy you saw on the bus this morning who wasn’t wearing his shoes.

…When you’re exchanging inside jokes with your loved ones.

…When you’re texting your friend about how the barista at Starbucks spelled your name as “Cat6" when your name is actually Jessica.

Whenever; wherever you are: Lola will be there. She has rendered the caps lock button effectively useless in most modern day situations. She has caused us to rethink how much emphasis we place in our webspeak.

She is all our awkward moments; all of our post-qualifying messages.
She is the frantic scramble. She is the conversational tangent.

The bane of SwiftKey.
The mistress of iOS 8.0.2.

LOLA.