Emory and Aaron are friends on facebook.
Aaron added Emory as a friend a week after he saw her walking by the library. A semester before, in the cafeteria, Aaron and Emory made flirty eye contact during breakfast. Emory returned her plate and pushed the elevator button. Aaron quietly walked up beside Emory and looked at her. Emory looks at him, walks away and takes the stairs.
A semester later Emory confirms Aaron as her friend on facebook.
Aaron: Hi
Emory: Hi?
Aaron: ?
Emory: Lol, hi
Aaron: I’m in class so
Emory: k'bye
Aaron: Don’t be mad if I don’t respond fast.
Aaron: Wait. How are you?
Emory: Well, u?
Aaron: I’m good. What u doing?
Emory: I’m actually at work lol
Aaron: That’s a nice job that requires you to be on facebook lol.
Emory: ha ha, it’s not a requirement, just a perk
Aaron: What do you do at work?
Emory: Nothing much. I just sign ppl in, help ppl, clerical crap.
Aaron: I have a question, do u give people a hard time on purpose, because the
Ladies at the help desk suck, and I think they do it on purpose….?
Emory: What’s up with all the ellipses? Lol
Aaron: wtf is ellipses?
Emory: I learned it in class. Those little dots at the end are called ellipses. These ………….
Are ellipses. You get it…………………..?
Aaron: Stop that lol
Emory: Why…………………? Does this……………………. Bother you………………? Lol….
Aaron: You don’t understand, I read like you type so now there’s all these little dots in my head lol
Emory: Lol they’re called ellipses!
Aaron: They are dots! so do u give people a hard time?
Emory: Nope. Not unless they act or ask stupid questions. I feel like if you come to the office regularly, you should know what’s going on, don’t ask stupid questions
Aaron: Lol
Emory: That you already know the answer to.
Aaron: I like to talk to people in different accents
Emory: Randomness
Aaron: My latest accent is a Jamaican one.
Emory: k
Aaron: You think I’m crazy?
Emory: No, I like you, you make me laugh.
Emory: You’re pretty
Aaron: Thank you, I like me too, and I agree, I'm pretty. Anyone that likes to mess with other peoples heads is ok with me.
Emory: Me too
Aaron: (high tech smiley)
Emory: Omjesus is that a real face? That’s like a step beyond a smiley!
Aaron: yup
Aaron: (another high tech smiley)
Emory: How r u doing this? It’s like u have a manual
Aaron: I just am.
Emory: Stop sounding biblical lol
Aaron: I can show you how………
Emory: There u go with those “dots”
Aaron: I can show you other things too……… (winking smiley)
Emory: Like what? Yeah I just called you on it, like what?
Aaron: I can show u better than I can tell u
Emory: k
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Emory's friend Jazz pops up and chats with her simultaneously.
Jazz: Hey girl
Emory: Hey. So im talking to this guy on fb chat and he is talking about smiley faces and accents
But I really think he is hitting on me.
Jazz: What’s his name?
Emory: The guy I’ve been telling you about, Aaron
Jazz: ?
Emory: Code name: "secret agent man"
Jazz: Oh yeah, lol. I only know him by his code name
Jazz: What are yall talking about?
Emory: Smiley faces! And accents! I’m gonna copy and paste our convo to u
Jazz: Lol, That’s my girl
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Aaron: Don’t change the subject with your “k’s”
Aaron: I want to teach you how
Emory: How to what?
Aaron: Make smileys………..
Emory: Why do I need to know how to make smileys?
Aaron: I want to make smileys with you
Emory: Are we talking about actual smileys here or are you alluding to something else
Aaron: Smileys whatever you like
Emory: k
Aaron: Stop that
Emory: You stop talking about smileys
Aaron: I love smileys
Emory: I don’t
Aaron: Yeah right
Emory: Smileys are overrated
Aaron: You just don’t know how to make them right, but I will show you
Aaron: Don’t say anything else Im gonna show you.
Emory: k
Aaron: Okay then
Emory: I have to go, my hour is over.
Aaron: Hey txt me so I can show you (817) 455-9068
Emory: k’bye
Emory goes offline and onto Aaron’s page. She looks at his pictures and sees most of the pictures are of a baby, about a year old. She then proceeds to look at his info and finds that his relationship status is “engaged.” Emory disgustedly deletes him as a friend.
Emory: Soooooo turns out he's engaged and has a daughter, he is soooo outta there.
Jazz: Slut
Emory: Why am I a slut?
Jazz: No he is
Emory: Yeah I know
Emory: He said he wants to teach me things. I think he's already made a smiley with someone.
Jazz: Wtf?
Emory: There I just pasted everything, keep up Jazz.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Suicidal Bridal, the perfect storm
By LyTer Green
For months Jade thought about death constantly. As she approached the end she wondered if everything she’d heard about dying was true. She thought of moments in her life, approaching a white light, everything going dark and no more purpose. It was too late now, she couldn’t back down. She pulled the trigger.
She entered the brilliant spotlight into an all white place with gold and silver and angels carrying baskets of flowers throwing them as she entered the room. So this is “heaven” she thought. It didn’t live up to the hype. Jade thought of her last days and all she had prepared to make it to this place. Maybe all she’d heard was false. Besides, what did her three friends know about this unfamiliar territory?
Two months before Jade pulled the trigger she was bombarded by an unwavering question. Jade was an entrepreneur with a publishing house, ad agency, and clothing line under her corporate logo “LG”. If Jade wanted something she extended her arm and took it, simple as that. She saw the world as her blank canvas and she painted with splurges of passion taking breaks when she desired. When Jade didn’t know an answer she took it from someone who did. This feeling of uncertainty was new to Jade.
“It’s suicide Jade,” Carmen ranted. She continued.
“Suicide. Why would you do this to yourself? I can see the headline now, ‘Successful entrepreneur throws career and life away. She is survived by three friends Carmen, Jasmine, and Desirea.’ Think about it.”
“Jade, you have everything to live for, you’re so young, I agree with Carmen on this one,” Jasmine always sided with Carmen.
Atleast Jade could count on Desirea to keep her grounded or pull her out.
“I think you should do it,” Desirea said.
“Desirea!”
“I can’t believe you, I mean it’s you, you think she should do it are you insane?”
Carmen and Jasmine objected to Desirea’s advice.
Jade had a decision to make and with Desirea’s approval she made the decision but she wouldn’t tell her friends.
“Just because you’ve had a streak of bad luck in business doesn’t mean you need to hang yourself. I can’t believe you Jade,” Carmen left and Jasmine followed.
“Between you and I, I think it has to be done. I know it seems unlikely that I would approve of such a thing but if it makes you happy do it. Happiness by all means necessary,” Desirea sealed the last sentence with a wide smile at Jade and left.
Jade had an immeasurable amount of work to complete before the day. There was the ceremonial procedure, wardrobe; even the dead should look nice, and rounding up her family to celebrate the wonderful life of their 29 year old businesswoman. What would they think of when they saw her in the church, lifeless? Her family saw Jade as an energetic go-getter, now they would see a side of Jade she tried to protect them from. Jade pushed on trying not to think of her family and the surprise she would give them.
Her friends rarely consumed her thoughts in her final months. She had to dispel them in order to protect them as well. Jade decided not to tell her friends instead she would surprise them too. They would probably talk and cry on their way to the church. So much to do in so little time, dying was no easy task; it required as much work as she put in to building her business.
The day had come and Jade was nervous. Outside the sun shone, kids played in their dresses and tuxedos, adults whispered gossip, and three men waited to pass Jade to the other side. The church was filled with tears and emotions of all sorts. She entered the brilliant spotlight into an all white place with gold and silver and angels carrying baskets of flowers throwing them as she entered the room. So this is “heaven” she thought. It didn’t live up to the hype. Jade thought of her last days and all she had prepared to make it to this place. Maybe all she’d heard was false. Her father walked her down the aisle, to her groom; her groom said his vows and the pastor sealed the deal. Another closed deal.
Months before, Jade’s business was almost failing. As a resourceful woman Jade reached out and grabbed the answer to her problem, Jonathan. She married Jonathan, a successful investor and businessman and divorced him a month later after he had emptied his pockets into her business accounts. Marriage was suicide to her single, successful friends. She surrounded herself with women as business driven as herself. To be a successful, single career woman and get married was death. Only Desirea had understood Jade’s motives.
Martini glasses clinked as they toasted to the perfect wedding. “For the love of money,” they toasted, with smiles as sinister as weddings.
By LyTer Green
For months Jade thought about death constantly. As she approached the end she wondered if everything she’d heard about dying was true. She thought of moments in her life, approaching a white light, everything going dark and no more purpose. It was too late now, she couldn’t back down. She pulled the trigger.
She entered the brilliant spotlight into an all white place with gold and silver and angels carrying baskets of flowers throwing them as she entered the room. So this is “heaven” she thought. It didn’t live up to the hype. Jade thought of her last days and all she had prepared to make it to this place. Maybe all she’d heard was false. Besides, what did her three friends know about this unfamiliar territory?
Two months before Jade pulled the trigger she was bombarded by an unwavering question. Jade was an entrepreneur with a publishing house, ad agency, and clothing line under her corporate logo “LG”. If Jade wanted something she extended her arm and took it, simple as that. She saw the world as her blank canvas and she painted with splurges of passion taking breaks when she desired. When Jade didn’t know an answer she took it from someone who did. This feeling of uncertainty was new to Jade.
“It’s suicide Jade,” Carmen ranted. She continued.
“Suicide. Why would you do this to yourself? I can see the headline now, ‘Successful entrepreneur throws career and life away. She is survived by three friends Carmen, Jasmine, and Desirea.’ Think about it.”
“Jade, you have everything to live for, you’re so young, I agree with Carmen on this one,” Jasmine always sided with Carmen.
Atleast Jade could count on Desirea to keep her grounded or pull her out.
“I think you should do it,” Desirea said.
“Desirea!”
“I can’t believe you, I mean it’s you, you think she should do it are you insane?”
Carmen and Jasmine objected to Desirea’s advice.
Jade had a decision to make and with Desirea’s approval she made the decision but she wouldn’t tell her friends.
“Just because you’ve had a streak of bad luck in business doesn’t mean you need to hang yourself. I can’t believe you Jade,” Carmen left and Jasmine followed.
“Between you and I, I think it has to be done. I know it seems unlikely that I would approve of such a thing but if it makes you happy do it. Happiness by all means necessary,” Desirea sealed the last sentence with a wide smile at Jade and left.
Jade had an immeasurable amount of work to complete before the day. There was the ceremonial procedure, wardrobe; even the dead should look nice, and rounding up her family to celebrate the wonderful life of their 29 year old businesswoman. What would they think of when they saw her in the church, lifeless? Her family saw Jade as an energetic go-getter, now they would see a side of Jade she tried to protect them from. Jade pushed on trying not to think of her family and the surprise she would give them.
Her friends rarely consumed her thoughts in her final months. She had to dispel them in order to protect them as well. Jade decided not to tell her friends instead she would surprise them too. They would probably talk and cry on their way to the church. So much to do in so little time, dying was no easy task; it required as much work as she put in to building her business.
The day had come and Jade was nervous. Outside the sun shone, kids played in their dresses and tuxedos, adults whispered gossip, and three men waited to pass Jade to the other side. The church was filled with tears and emotions of all sorts. She entered the brilliant spotlight into an all white place with gold and silver and angels carrying baskets of flowers throwing them as she entered the room. So this is “heaven” she thought. It didn’t live up to the hype. Jade thought of her last days and all she had prepared to make it to this place. Maybe all she’d heard was false. Her father walked her down the aisle, to her groom; her groom said his vows and the pastor sealed the deal. Another closed deal.
Months before, Jade’s business was almost failing. As a resourceful woman Jade reached out and grabbed the answer to her problem, Jonathan. She married Jonathan, a successful investor and businessman and divorced him a month later after he had emptied his pockets into her business accounts. Marriage was suicide to her single, successful friends. She surrounded herself with women as business driven as herself. To be a successful, single career woman and get married was death. Only Desirea had understood Jade’s motives.
Martini glasses clinked as they toasted to the perfect wedding. “For the love of money,” they toasted, with smiles as sinister as weddings.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
EXpired
Her face was beautiful
without creases,
it met the inevitable,
the enemy.
Her hair was black
like onyx,
it met the inevitable,
the enemy.
Her hands were smooth, strong
without buldging veins or wrinkles,
they met their match,
the enemy.
Her eyes were mesmerizing
big, beautiful, infinite,
they met the enemy,
they lost.
She was the face of exhaustion
her eyes were tired and hair thin,
from the enemy,
aging.
Her time passed.
She was the wife of beauty,
she is divorced.
without creases,
it met the inevitable,
the enemy.
Her hair was black
like onyx,
it met the inevitable,
the enemy.
Her hands were smooth, strong
without buldging veins or wrinkles,
they met their match,
the enemy.
Her eyes were mesmerizing
big, beautiful, infinite,
they met the enemy,
they lost.
She was the face of exhaustion
her eyes were tired and hair thin,
from the enemy,
aging.
Her time passed.
She was the wife of beauty,
she is divorced.
Fall
Lost in the wind,
Papers run hair flies
bare ankles quiver,
brutal on Texas skin.
A blizzard of dust,
Dishovels coats cuts eyes
invades pores and buds disapprove-
our warning.
Skies darken,
telling others to do the same
Suddenly the sun matches the terrain,
moods synchronize.
Pages are dedicated,
to the season the monks have been awaiting
It is worshipped in black, brown, orange and leather,
We wear it.
Vigils are held,
commemorating the death of a good season
out with the new and in with the newer,
A reason for bonfires.
Autumn calls,
We Answer
Papers run hair flies
bare ankles quiver,
brutal on Texas skin.
A blizzard of dust,
Dishovels coats cuts eyes
invades pores and buds disapprove-
our warning.
Skies darken,
telling others to do the same
Suddenly the sun matches the terrain,
moods synchronize.
Pages are dedicated,
to the season the monks have been awaiting
It is worshipped in black, brown, orange and leather,
We wear it.
Vigils are held,
commemorating the death of a good season
out with the new and in with the newer,
A reason for bonfires.
Autumn calls,
We Answer
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