because a Reverend can't be wrong.
The only thing that is worse than doing laundry is doing laundry right before bed.
I am not a praying man, but tonight, I pray:
Dear God-
Please provide me with an everlasting supply of nice, pre-ironed clothing including, but not limited to slacks, button-up shirts, jeans, t-shirts,. knit shirts, boxers and socks. I don’t want to wash clothes any more.
If you provide me with this, I will convert 25 people to the religion of your choice.
In your son’s name I pray,
Amen.
Apparently, I confused many people with this entry.
In an effort to remove some of that confusion I am going to annotate it:
[The speaker is about to make a statement about how he feels.]
I am
empty
alone
afraid.
[Now the speaker will tell you part of the reason he feels this way.]
Though I can’t seem to tell why,
our once-every-six-months conversation
didn’t make me feel any better this time around.
[Now the speaker will relay an incident that is unrelated to the conversation that didn't make him feel any better when it usually does. This event is mentioned because it is another reason why the speaker feels the way he does as stated in the first stanza.]
I broke down
and I called her.
Three times.
Two numbers.
Two old numbers
I got a Mexican lady.
Three times.
[Now the speaker makes a statement that can be taken as either a request, or a cause and effect type statement. Deciding which the author intended was left as an exercise (a simple one at that) to the reader. It is a cause and effect type statement.]
Just continue to
walk away
and I’ll continue
not to notice.
I hope that cleared things up.
Stay tuned for next week’s episode of: Fuck poetry, let’s just spell it out in plain English.
Hello!
You have been invited by exposedbymari to join the Listed
Yahoo! Club named “The Pagan Love Nest”.
Where do these people get my Yahoo ID from in order to invite me? And what makes them think I would be interested?
I’m hungry.
I’m tired.
I do NOT want to pay Wells Fargo $83.58 because they are retarded.
Okay.
At the beginning of July I opened a WAMU account because Wells Fargo is crap. At that time I had a couple hundred dollars in my account, the rest I transfered into the new WAMU account. My insurance payment came out of the Wells Fargo account, and that should have been all. After that payment, there should have been just over $12 in my account.
I contacted my insurance company to tell them not to direct bill that account any more and to mail me a payment notice. They said, “okay”. They tried to direct bill the next month anyway. Wells Fargo denied payment, but charged me a $27 NSF fee. However, the only noticed I received stated that the Insurance people direct billed and that bounced. It told me that the amount was unpaid. Nothing there stated that I was now in the red due to their NSF fee.
After five business days went with me unknowingly holding a negative balance Wells Fargo began to charge me $5 per day. A week or so later, the insurance people tried again to bill, even though I called them and told them not to. Another $27 NSF fee was placed on my account, and my account continued to be billed $5 day.
I didn’t know any of this until yesterday. I tried to close my account. I waited in line at the branch for 15 minutes. The lady told me I had to wait in another line. I did… for thirty minutes. I got bored. I had work to do. I left.
When I got back to work, I called them. The lady on the other end of the phone explained to me that I had a negative balance, and after she delt with explaining to me WHY I have a negative balance, she proceeded to tell me that I could not close my account while the balance was negative. I then told her that I would drop a deposit by the branch tomorrow, and that I wanted her to disable the account so that no new charges would be posted by then. She said that she could not do so because there was a negative balance on the account.
Banks do not make sense.
The stock market doesn’t make sense either.
And neither do stupid girls who don’t call you over a week after they said they would. But I don’t care about that any more.
I am
empty
alone
afraid.
Though I can’t seem to tell why,
our once-every-six-months conversation
didn’t make me feel any better this time around.
I broke down
and I called her.
Three times.
Two numbers.
Two old numbers.
I got a Mexican lady.
Three times.
Just continue to
walk away
and I’ll continue
not to notice.