Why is the time on the lock screen so massive! Why! Is everyone with an iPhone visually impaired all of a sudden! It’s this mediocre customization – “You can have these fonts for this thing only and sorry but, you cannot resize it.” I don’t even like any of the shitty clock fonts they selected for me …
OF DOGS AND MEN
Whenever I hear people refer to men as dogs, I imagine everyone at a park – dogs playing the field, looking for new temporary owners and owners arguing over ownership of different dogs.
“‘Sup sexy! I’m here with my owner, but I wouldn’t mind coming home with you!”
“Hey! Let’s sneak off and do it behind that tree.”
“Where you going with that dog! He’s mine!”
NOTHING MORE THAN FEELING
Today I learned that it is easier for me to write about my feelings than talk about them. Expressions of anger not included. I tend to gloss over hurt and deep sadness. Sometimes I will joke about it, or I won’t talk about it, not even to you. I’m on the verge of tears for no reason all day. I’ll wait for it to go away. At least I’m functioning.
Usually, I can be open with my therapist and psychiatrist – I know that’s not gonna come back to me until … one day at Union station
“Sam! long time. How’s it going?”
“I’m …” Before I can finish the person she’s with chimes in loud AF.
“Is that Sam the necrophile?” Time stops.
I look at her. Tears in my eyes. “I told you that shit in confidence yo!!!” Then I run.
AMATURE POETS SOCIETY NIGHT
… AT A DIVE BAR IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE, ALASKA
“Please welcome SamJam to the stage!”
(sparse clapping from the back)
(sparser clapping from the back)
That was inspired by a clip I saw today that made me laugh and wanna eat chips.
Whenever Dre has housework pending, he ends up in the washroom on the toilet. “My stomach hurts.” Then he’s gone for hours. Port-o-Potty.
I hope you had a good day!