Hey, psssssttttt, come here.You wanna know what I do on snap chat. I bet you do. Let me tell you, come closer, over here in the corner, I don’t want anyone else to find out…Noooo not that, there’s not enough filters in the world for that.

Relax, I text. Seriously, that’s all. I have a friend from Ohio, that I met in nursing school, a young friend. We text back and forth, she posts pictures cause she’s young and gorgeous.

I do not post pictures, ain’t nobody got time for it, ain’t nobody wants to see it.

I text her about all the phantom illnesses we each have thanks to nursing school, or to throw shade at people we both don’t like, it’s fun!

Right now she thinks she has MS and I’m scared I am diabetic, so cool! Also, the guy who made everyone feel like we were stupid in school with rambling posts to our study group on Facebook never graduated!!!

There’s so much for me to text her about!

But no pictures.

Tbh, (see I know the lingo) I don’t even know why I’m on it.

I have not taken one picture of myself for it, not one.

Isn’t FB messenger for texting idk, (more lingo).

Every time I get a notification that one of my contacts is on snapchat I have a mini heart attack. Please dont add me, please dont add me!

Why does it take from your phone contacts and announce this?

I don’t want everyone I work with knowing I’m on this crazy app.

Like there is no way I’m using it the way it was intended, no fucking way.

Snap chat please don’t tell them I’m here.Please for the love of all that is holy don’t out me!!!!Do y’all know this song?

********The old Rocker wore his hair too long,
wore his trouser cuffs too tight.
Unfashionable to the end — drank his ale too light.
Death’s head belt buckle — yesterday’s dreams —
the transport caf’ prophet of doom.
Ringing no change in his double-sewn seams
in his post-war-babe gloom.Now he’s too old to Rock’n’Roll but he’s too young to die.******

Of course, you dont, and it’s all good. It really is, this is a song from when I was young, and when my older cousin turned me on to Jethro Tull.

He had a denim jacket with their name embroidered on it, and I looked up to him for many reasons, one of them his music taste.

He also turned me on to Bob Marley, I miss him, he has since passed away, but when I hear certain songs, I am flooded with memories.

My Ramones cousin is still alive, Thank Christ!

Too Old to Rock and Roll, Too Young To Die is an amazing song though and it reminds me of summertime when there was no Snap Chat, there weren’t even cell phones.

Recently, I have turned off all notifications on my phone, I just don’t want to be so readily available.

The only people who can get through to me are my husband and kids, seriously.

Also, snap chat because I never want to miss an illness update or the chance to throw shade at garbage people.