Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Calling a friend

You pick up the phone to call a friend, you hold the phone, staring deep into its hypothetical eyes. You run your thumb across the green 'send' button... thinking. It looks back at you- the phone- asking a question: "What are you gonna say anyway?". And you start thinking.

You want to talk and you would've called and just done so, if the damn little piece of complicated machinery in your hand hadn't just asked you such an unnerving question right at the last moment. You think (when I say you, i really mean me, but bear with me) hard about what to say, should you just stick to the hi, hellos? Or start off with something dramatic? Maybe burst out into song... Does the other person even want to hear you sing? I'd think not. But you've got stuff on your mind haven't you? Something you want to say so bad, even though its probably not that important. You wonder if you'll get the right response even when you're sure you will. You don't want to sound too gloomy, in case you bring your friends mood down as well. But you don't wanna sound immensely jolly either, your friend might not be in the mood for that.

'buzz!'; new text message, it happens every time you're in deep thought, and you check your message hoping its something awesome. Its a stupid forward message like always. You forgot what you were thinking. You pick up your phone out of habit, the contact book is still open and look at who's names highlighted; exactly the person you wanted to talk to. You remember what you spent the last half hour doing. You clear your mind and just press the green button...

If only calling a friend were as easy as this.

Friday, April 2, 2010

WHAT THE FUCK?!

WHAT THE FUCK is wrong with people in this country? How did we come to this? Why is the model of our society based on screwing people over? Have you ever noticed that people actually take pleasure in screwing over people around them just for the sake of it...?

This is what i witnessed today: I was in the second lane, and this incident took place in the first, this Corolla was driving pretty slow, slow enough not to be in the first lane. Now this other Corolla came up behind the first and started honking the fuck out of his horn like he was gonna crap his pants or somethin'. Now the second Corolla guy was an asshole, I admit, but guess what the first one does? He bloody slams on his brakes and the second slams into the back of the first one. What the fuck was THAT? These two weren't even drivers (chauffers), they actually looked like sane, God fearing individuals. Thank goodness i was moving too fast to witness the end of that debacle!

And yesterday. I was parked in the Liberty U, and actually properly parked (thank my lucky stars!). Anyway, the car to my right started backing out- oh, and for those of you who aren't familiar with the parking situation in Liberty, its a complete buttcrack!; double parking and all that shit- and a car, two cars to the right started backing out. This driver dude was parked behind the car to my right, so he moved his car a little ahead to let the car on my right back out. Now driver dudes who bring the mem sahibs to Liberty really love to properly park their cars, sit in the shit position on the parapet wall of the Liberty walkway and scratch their balls. So like every other ball scratching driver, the one moving his car was eager for the chance to give his a little scratch. Now as he moved his car forward, the car two spaces to my right started to back out, he was very stuck, and irritated, because if he'd waited those few moments of time, he could've parked where the second car was backing out. Anyway, he backed up to let the second car out, but because of his lapse of concentration due to his itching whatever, this other ball scratcher quickly parked in the place of the second. Well he still had the spot the first car vacated but no! this asswipe in a Lancer honks the living shit out of all of us and parks his car in the spot to my right. WHY screw over the poor driver dude? whose only wish in life was to sit on that parapet and have a little public scratch...

Somehow, we've degenerated into that annoying little kid from the simpsons, the pinnacle of whose life is to have a good "HA HA!" at some poor bastard. All I'm waiting for is for us to turn yellow any moment now...

an open letter to sania mirza

http://www.fakingnews.com/2010/04/an-open-letter-to-sania-mirza-returned-by-postal-department/