why i hate texting
was just making plans with a girlfriend for drinks after work tomorrow.
she texted 'great, see you at 5 45.'
i meant to reply 'deal.'
but instead, my finger hit the wrong thing and then sent the following: 'death.'
since there's no one else around, we let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know. then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow.