a cellular telephone plays a different role than that of which i originally thought. it's the post that i circle around like like a leashed pet. when cellphone is subtracted from my life, I :
1: Get completely wasted with foreign tourists in their hotel room, asking for the phone.
2: Re-meet people whom i have not physically seen in ages, having assumed that they left he city, and then asking for use of the phone.
3: See the hot bar tender's tits, while trying to weasle in a good, smooth way to ask for the phone
4: Type on the internet in between sex and sleep and sex.
fuck the jingles.
wordbilly
1: Get completely wasted with foreign tourists in their hotel room, asking for the phone.
2: Re-meet people whom i have not physically seen in ages, having assumed that they left he city, and then asking for use of the phone.
3: See the hot bar tender's tits, while trying to weasle in a good, smooth way to ask for the phone
4: Type on the internet in between sex and sleep and sex.
fuck the jingles.
wordbilly
losing my cell phone would put me in a state as well.
thanks for the concern, too, man. i just fucked up earlier in the week and am trying to deal with it now... wavering between wanting to give up and being terrified about moving forward - but i've been in that mindstate before, i just have to keep on.
having folks like yrself checking in with me helps.