I texted all the random numbers in my phone. Here's what happened.

This post is part of Mashable's Spring Cleaning Week. Just a little something to distract you from the eternal dread of constantly wiping all those fingerprints off your screen. 

It required a glass of wine. A big one.

On a weeknight, I settled down at my dining room table to do something no one should have to do, ever: Text all the names in my phone's contact list that I did not recognize. 

The idea was to reach out to people and numbers I couldn't identify, ask if they remembered me, and delete the "Contact" if neither of us knew when, where, how, or, why that contact had ever been established. Previous scans through my contact lists on bored evenings had made me realize I had dozens of these digital lurkers; friends said that they did, too. It was time to clean house, and subject myself to just a bit of squirmy torture. Read more...