Writing My Wrongs

I don't have tons to gab about. I rarely remember my stories and when I do...I rarely tell them because it requires too much thought. Yea, call it lazy. I don't have important shit going on. I find humor in the oddest things but don't feel like conveying that. I don't even call my daddy and I love that man like theres no tomorrow. The only people that I find things to talk about with are the boys...and that's more because they are kids and everything they see is colorful.

But for me to pick up the phone and call you....well it's not going to happen unless...well unless I have something to say. I hate to be one the phone when someone has nothing to say. For instance, I just got a call about 30 minutes ago...and I am still irritated by it (mostly because I have a cold from sleeping with the A/C on AND the fact that it's a gazillion degrees in NYC today AND because I have a fucken sunburn from being out at the damn Yankees game yesterday (I don't even like the Yankees)...so yea, I am still irritated. The call went a little something like...

Phone rings...my standard greeting...
"hey you"
"whatcha doin?"
"headed to the bank to deposit this $100,000 check"
all excited, "word"
"don't get excited, it's for my job."
"what are you doing tonight?"
"thinking about this free concert up at Grant's Tomb"
"what's your schedule for the week?"
"not sure yet, just waiting until the next thing pops up. what are you doing?"
"talking to you"

That comment right there...is what got me irritated. Don't fucken call me and be a smart ass muthafucka! You asked me a question, I answer it. I ask you a question and get a smart ass comment? Da fuck is that about...bitch! You called me...what we are supposed to be doing is exchanging information and that my dear friend is called...communication.

"i know your talking to me...what were you doing before you called?"
"what's with all the questions?"
"look idiot...you called me. is there something you wanted to say because this bullshit your doing right now is using up my minutes...so dealing with you and walking to the bank that takes me right past the Empire State building which means I have to deal with these idiot tourist who stop and look up every 5 steps....and this freaking hot ass weather....makes me a little less tolerant of this unnecesary phone call.......... So what exactly did you call me for?"

silence

"man bloop, I'm just saying....."
"naw dude...you ain't just sayin....you ain't just sayin' shit...so call me back when you figure out what the fuck you just sayin'"

Ok...yea, I did go overboard...but it's effin' hot as hades and he wasn't saying shit.

Don't call me asking me..."whatcha doing"...does is matter what the fuck I am doing? Just tell me what you called for.
You called to hear my voice...niiice.
You called me to tell me something...niiice.
You called because you ain't got shit else to do but ask me mundane questions about what the fuck I'm doing....fuck that! I have a cacophony of thoughts flowing in and out my conscious realm and you fuck up that flow by calling to say... whatcha doin'...... best believe next time I see your number in my cell...your getting nothing but...

"Hey you. I am unavailable right now but leave your name and number and I'll be sure to get back to you as soon as possible."