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She texted all through dinner again. Clickity, clickity, clickity. Describing to someone something about what the waiter was wearing. The ******* waiter? Maybe if she took the time she would find me at least as interesting, as handsome, or **** as her 2 dimensional clicking keys? Clickity, clickity, clickity. They don't write letters on paper here in Clickityville anymore. I even use to have my favorite pen and ink. Now they "pencil in" time for everything, Clickity food, iPod jog, or even clickity *** Trying to fit it all so neatly on their Clickityville plates, but they never do. When I talk to Clickityville people now I can tell when I start to glass them over. They reach for their clickity, clickity, clickity. So ******* rude. I'd rather they said, "I'm sorry, but you bore me and I would rather, you know..... clickity clickity clickity." I can see it in their Clickity eyes, while they are trying to listen peripherally, They want so badly to clickity, clickity, clickity. **** they asked me to give them advice on their Clickity relationships. And while fidgeting in their Clickityville North Face jacket pockets, looking for their clickity, clickity, clickity, I was attempting to give them some of my best nuggets of gold. Just give your lover your full attention, and they will do the same.
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Jan 25, 2013
Jan 25, 2013 at 11:45 AM UTC
Clickityville
She texted all through dinner again. Clickity, clickity, clickity. Describing to someone something about what the waiter was wearing. The ******* waiter? Maybe if she took the time she would find me at least as interesting, as handsome, or **** as her 2 dimensional clicking keys? Clickity, clickity, clickity. They don't write letters on paper here in Clickityville anymore. I even use to have my favorite pen and ink. Now they "pencil in" time for everything, Clickity food, iPod jog, or even clickity *** Trying to fit it all so neatly on their Clickityville plates, but they never do. When I talk to Clickityville people now I can tell when I start to glass them over. They reach for their clickity, clickity, clickity. So ******* rude. I'd rather they said, "I'm sorry, but you bore me and I would rather, you know..... clickity clickity clickity." I can see it in their Clickity eyes, while they are trying to listen peripherally, They want so badly to clickity, clickity, clickity. **** they asked me to give them advice on their Clickity relationships. And while fidgeting in their Clickityville North Face jacket pockets, looking for their clickity, clickity, clickity, I was attempting to give them some of my best nuggets of gold. Just give your lover your full attention, and they will do the same.
Harrogate, TN January 2013
ld-goodwin
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ld-goodwin
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Jan 25, 2013
Jan 25, 2013 at 11:45 AM UTC
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