Today was so fucked, that I knew exactly how fucked it would be. You wake up with the pinch of light on your nose and play that silly game of threatening yourself to stay alive. You lie there with residue from a deep sleep that no longer provides refreshing vibes, that dare you to dispute. While running through your mind to gather cohesive thought that daggers the heart.
Where are you going?
To hit the treadmill and sweat it out, which includes banging the life out of a device that deserves to be bullied, when those price points fail to match productivity.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The noise of the phone hitting the face of the machine startles the young woman sitting at her desk in the office not far away. The blinders and distance make it hard to note what she sees, but who gives a fuck?
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Again, the side of the phone where the volume controls are situated comes to blows with the treadmill, as I relish the ability to assign frustration and anger to things that don’t talk back.
Yes, lady, I am in the middle of trying to find my lost mind. Enjoy the show, it’s free!
Damn it!
I got what I asked for, and it sounds like the song is skipping. Piece of shit iPhone! Still paying off that upgrade that just…
