i was almost an abortion

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

ffone sexxx

    i aint talkin bout phone sex now...ok, so, listen up faggots!

when did we become so busy that we forgot the very basic, simple skill of picking up a phone and calling someone, or, answering when they call?
is text really a legitimate form of communication when it's actually easier to pick up a phone and just call someone and tell them something? why are we so baffled when things get mixed up and confused that things didn't go right when the person tried calling you, but ya didn't pick up cause you were screening the goddamned call?!
please people...grow up (or even better-remember that you are forty plus years old), and the phone is primarily for SPEAKING to someone!

that's all...

every day

every day when he woke up
first thing he did after walking his two loyal best friends,
his dogs, and then made his coffee,
he went to his desk, turned on his computer,
and said
"today is a new day, i will make a change."
consciously hoping yet
understandably knowing
that things had to get better...
for they couldn't get worse.
he had hit walls,
fallen down
picked himself up
again and again
but there was never any sign of relief,
of an end,
of comfort,
but then again...
when he looked at his vision
and understood what he had done
he realized that deep inside
he had grown and blossomed.
maybe today would be different.
maybe he just had to push on...
maybe life would turn around,
maybe not,
but possibly...
he would try, nevertheless...