shel

The Transsexual Chofetz Chaim

Mutant, librarian, poet, union rabble rouser, dog, Ashkenazi Jewish. Neuroweird, bodyweird, mostly sleepy.


I write about transformative justice, community, love, Judaism, Neurodivergence, mental health, Disability, geography, rivers, labor, and libraries; through poetry, opinionated essays, and short fiction.


I review Schoolhouse Rock! songs at @PropagandaRock


Website (RSS + Newsletter)
shelraphen.com/

numberonebug
@numberonebug

so a few days ago I texted this photo to a friend before setting my phone down and going to do the rest of my evening. it was the last thing I was gonna do on my phone that night

my phone had other ideas

I get a call at 11pm or so that I miss, when I look at my phone I see dozens of texts from them and other friends basically all "okay haha it's not funny anymore please stop". they call me again and I pick up to them just saying "please I need to go to bed stop sending me that fuckign frogress bar"

apparently some glitch resulted in my phone texting frogress bar to that friend once or twice a minute for... uh five hours? fjadkfjkal;jfajk;a

anyways. I shut the phone off and am afraid to turn it back on lest frogress bar glitch picks back up. I've returned to monkey, no phone no distractions, it's been amazing. thank you frogress bar for giving me an excuse to finally ditch my smart phone with only one friendship as the cost


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