Make Up Kissing Conniptions
- foxglovestalksgrac
- Jun 20, 2015
- 2 min read
Call it a melt down on text message via my telepathic palm device that both cripples and enables me.
The god-send light wave method of writing straight into my boyfriend's soul and pressing "send" in an anguished and hostile attack against my own heart, which is usually hollering, "take the text back", but there is no unsend and my fingers outrace my common sense. Through the open now tunnel/corridor to his mind, my boyfriend hard at work can interpret those [mine] finger tips pressing lights into an arranged orchestra of...
Fu*k ... cry ... gone ... mind ... heart ... 7 days in 3 months ... home ... totally f*ck*d ...torture... wonder ...hate love break...call me!
(something of the sorts) and he goes to himself,
"hummm my girlfriend is having a mental break down & with now's modern phones I can know it in her instant!" We modern women can have conniption fits at whim, whereas our grandmothers had to choke down sobs and wash their hair in the absence of their lovers. mental note to self and all other women of the world *stoppppp texting*** JUST QUIT There is no reason unless it is to confirm a date or make plans with one of your friends, or to reach a child. The men will call or text first. Nobody wants a book or text pamphlett of fit throwing. Not even your long term boyfriend or husband. It can wait. It has to wait...but geeee I felt better. Next time I will write it all down on here instead *wink*
Lucky for me, he returns my text with the response my panic mode requested...his voice...both yelling and calming at once on three phone calls. How it comes to be he was able to swoosh into town as balls to the wall, then leave before my spinning head could finish kissing him goodbye?
Wouldn't it be that just the past few days ago I was the savvy cool collected vixen on black high heels in disco fevers at the local casino, telling him he is an ass hole.
Yeah yay technology! Ahh thank the lord my fatal flaw is one he shrugs and his is one I shrug also.

My boyfriend is addictive, and he is totally available with party all nighters, then is pulled into work by the Captains then gone as a wisplike ghost back to the lazy pull of tug boats on the Mississippi waters,
Louisianna swamps, and Texas banks.
I call him my Mark Twain, who wrote to us this:
“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did so. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” | Source: http://www.whydontyoutrythis.com/2014/05/mark-twains-top-9-tips-for-living-kick-ass-life.html

con·nip·tion
kəˈnipSH(ə)n/
noun
NORTH AMERICANinformal
a fit of rage or hysterics.
"the casting choice gave the writers a conniption"
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