Telephone

I talk on the phone a lot. but i can't stand when someone gets the wrong number and gets pissed off at me about it. you're the one who misdialed, has a friend who doesn't know their number, or were given the wrong number because you were rejected.

(this isn't about the prank calls i get- those are a different matter entirely)

Your sarcasm isn't helping you either buddy. This is an example of a phone call i just got.

ringring
Me:Hello?
Person: Hi. James?
Me: Uh no, I think you have the wrong number.
Person: Ida? [by the way, who is named Ida anymore?]
Me: No, I don't know who you're talking about. You have the wrong number.
Person: Oh. [in a clipped voice filled with contempt.]
click.

I'm always polite, but another time i politely told someone they had the wrong number and they said "Sure." like i was lying to them and hiding whoever they were looking for. meanies :(

Keys

everyone's set of keys makes a different noise. i think it is so cool that you can idenitfy someone by the familiar jingle of their keys

V for Victory

I don't think there's a better feeling of superiority than deleting someone from your phone when they've upset you beyond reason. Or maybe you've upset them and you're letting go. Well i let go and maybe they'll learn their lesson that I'm not needy, not clingy, and you know what? fuck them!

Thought of the day:
If you wrote a novel that convinced the world to have an interest in reading again and had become rich beyond reason already, would you sacrifice the popularity of the written word that had been doing fine solo to become a major motion picture? I don't think i would. you've already turned the world into readers again...why ruin it by taking out the reading and imagination part and going straight to theaters? i don't know.

Crystal Ship

Dear you,
I like hanging out with you. I think we're perfectly awkward around each other. It's like we're comfortable but not to ourselves. When our eyes meet it isn't okay, it's weird because something needs to be said. but it's okay that neither of us say it. we forget until the next time. it's cool that we joke about each other and it's even cooler how neither of us can take it seriously. i don't know if this is how true friendship is supposed to be, or if we're on the brink of something more. we've been at the something more before, why didn't that last? together we're just so comfortable and it may be too comfortable. a relationship may need more than that, some excitement. i'm rambling. i don't doubt that if i grabbed your hand at any time when we're together, it'd be okay. but neither of us want to do it first...we can't. your hinting is more subtle than most, and i kind of want you to come out and say what you want. while you're at it say what i want too. because i have no idea

i want to be a 20th century fox. :-/

i want to be a 50's pinup :-/

New

ah. to blog. this is for me

Cherries
I want to sit
and let the juice
drip
down my fingers onto my dress
alone or with you
it doesn't really matter

cherries have the prettiest color i ever see...theyre so delicious and romantic when they stain lips and fingertips. if i could make it into a sweet thick purple red ink i would...

Dear YOU-
I'm so sorry. I am. you'll never read this, i know, unless somehow you get word of it through the grapevine. even then i doubt you'd deign to look at something i've written. but my secret? i kept your memoir. i can't read it. not now, not for a few years. but i'm going to keep it for a long time because i feel it's important to you. i wronged you more than once. you didn't really deserve it. i hate to tell myself that things could have been different, but only because i know it isn't true. our stubbornness made us this way. lovers or enemies there can't be any in between. i debate late at night whether i'm going to contact you in a few years...i don't know if i could do it.
i love/hate you.
muffy.