I found something just as bad as “the bald guy with the ponytail.” Guys who still comb their hair like there were 18 but don’t have the hair anymore.
You see guys who have four strains of hair and part it in the middle like they did when they were young with a full head of hair.
Dude, it’s not happening anymore. You got to change your style to fit with what you have.
Kid I work with has a male bun. He asked me why I don’t have one. I told him I have the inverted male bun. I have hair everywhere except on the top where the bun would go. I could go for the bun comb over. Get all the hair around the bald spot, grow it long and tie it in a knot on the top of my head. (lol)
I used to eat candy cigarettes all the time when I was a kid. The knock against them is that they get you ready for real cigarettes. You practice with the candy cigarettes, hold them and look cool. When it came time to try real cigarettes, it was like “what the fuck, they taste nothing like candy cigarettes.” So I didn’t smoke. The problem now is I’m up to four packs a day of candy cigarettes and I can’t quit.
Some people never get the hang of talking on the phone. I think it’s because they have nobody to talk to, once somebody calls the flood gates are open.
I called up my friend the other day. I had something to tell him but first I asked him “how you doing?” That was it. Bla, bla bla and more bla bla bla. I couldn’t get a word in. He’s talking about something I couldn’t give a crap about.
So what I do when I talk to him, I put the phone down and walk away. This time, I put the phone down on the dining room table, went into the kitchen, poured myself a glass of seltzer, drank it, walking into the dining room, picked up the phone and he was still talking. Normally when you talk on the phone, you can hear the other person making a comment or breathing. With this guy, it don’t matter. He just rambles on whether there’s somebody there or not.
It’s funny how he never asked me a question about what he was talking about. Why would he. He don’t care. He just wants to talk.
This is not the first time it happened with him. It’s every time. That’s why I try not to call him.
I didn’t know it but there’s some kind of unwritten rule with Facebook. If somebody you know post something on Facebook, then you see that person, don’t talk about what they posted on Facebook.
It’s like two different people in two different worlds and they never meet. Somebody that I work with posted something on Facebook and when I saw him I commented on it. He got so embarrassed. He could post stuff on Facebook but not talk about it.
What did I know. Now if I see somebody I know post something or even post a picture I never bring it up. I don’t want to be in that awkward situation again.
I got a new phone a couple of weeks ago with a camera. I was taking a selfie to send to this girl. When I looked at the picture I noticed a white something coming from the sky. I used the camera before and never had a problem. At first I thought it was a lamp post. But you can see one of the lamp post in the picture and see it’s not that high. Then I thought it was a flag pole. I went back to where I took the picture and there’s no flag pole. Plus it’s leaning a little.
At first I thought it was going into my head but I see it’s behind the trees.
It has to be something with the camera. But then if it was something with the camera, the line wouldn’t be so perfect.
Let me set the story. My father died fifteen years ago.
My mother calls me up the other day and says “something very strange happened before.” I said, “what.” She say’s, “This Saturday would have been our 61 wedding anniversary. I’m having coffee with Joe and the phone rings. I pick it up and nobody answering. I thought it was an automatic phone solicitor. Then I look at the phone to see who’s calling and it’s daddy. I show Joe the phone and she can’t believe it.”
As she’s telling me this, she crying. So since I don’t believe in ghost, I’m thinking there has to be a reason this happened. I call her back the next day to see what the phone number daddy called from. My mother says, “he called from my place.”
Let’s get this straight. My father’s ghost is in my mothers house, uses her home phone to call her cell phone, while my mother is in the house.
Like I said, I don’t believe in ghost but this is just weird.