Talking about life...September 6
My home phone and cell phone started ringing at the same time. I panicked. If someone were calling my cell phone, then it's probably some girl who either needs homework help or [hopefully] a bareback massage. However, the home phone can be a call from the library because I totally forgot that I had several overdue books.
I couldn't decide; giving a bareback massage to a girl was worth forgetting about my overdue books, but giving her homework help wasn't. My heart pounded against my chest like a drummer during the Revolutionary War. The pressure to pick up the phones became so extreme
that I began to scream
"a massage or books to redeem?"
oh god i'm only a teen
i can't make these life decisions
i gotta make a plan: no revisions
gotta understand
no going back
a one way track
the phones are singing
my ears are ringing
oh what the hell
gonna pick up my cell
By the time I answered my cell phone the call was already over. Luckily, there was a voice message. It was the librarian demanding a bareback massage.
I couldn't decide; giving a bareback massage to a girl was worth forgetting about my overdue books, but giving her homework help wasn't. My heart pounded against my chest like a drummer during the Revolutionary War. The pressure to pick up the phones became so extreme
that I began to scream
"a massage or books to redeem?"
oh god i'm only a teen
i can't make these life decisions
i gotta make a plan: no revisions
gotta understand
no going back
a one way track
the phones are singing
my ears are ringing
oh what the hell
gonna pick up my cell
By the time I answered my cell phone the call was already over. Luckily, there was a voice message. It was the librarian demanding a bareback massage.