"I'LL JUST LOG ON FOR A SECOND"
I got up this morning, but haven't yet dressed.
Have not done a day's work, have not fed the cat,
I wanted to travel around on the Net,
There's so much to learn and I wanted to but
Now up pops a name on my neat Buddy List,
And in comes an IM from some weirdo guy
Talkin' and listenin'...is it such a sin?
I used to watch TV, I used to cook Mex,
Is there a 12 step, support group, or such?
If there was a group, it would suit me just fine,
Are there therapists here? I think that I saw some
I think I'm addicted... I see all the signs,
Or better, please Email a burger and fries,
~~Author Unknown~~
My dishes aren't done, and my house is a mess.
Went online for a second, and popped in to "chat."
But been too busy chatting to get on there yet.
I'm too busy chatting and splitting a gut,
Think I'll go out and give HIS tail a twist!
I cuss 'im, insult 'im, and tell him "bye bye."
Oh, gawd, what a fix I have got myself in!
I think I remember...yeah, I used to have SEX!
For those of us folks who chat on too much?
Except that it prob'ly would be here online!
It's got me, it's got me, keeps beckoning come.
Please help me, please help me, please get me offline!
'Cause I'll be here online, at least 'til I die!!!
"FRIENDS WITHOUT FACES"
We sit and we type, and we stare at our screens,
We chat with each other, we type all our woes.
We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes flirt.
Why is it on screen, we can be so bold.
The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell.
Even though it is crazy, the truth still remains,
~~Author Unknown~~
We all have to wonder, what this possibly means,
With our mouse we roam, through the rooms in a maze,
Looking for something or someone, as we sit in a daze.
Small groups we do form, and gang up on our foes.
We wait for somebody, to type out our name;
We want recognition, but it is always the same.
In PMs we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.
We do form friendships but why, we don't know,
But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow.
Telling our secrets, that have never been told.
Why is it we share, the thoughts in our mind.
With those we can't see, as though we were blind.
We all have our problems, and need someone to tell.
We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must,
So we turn to the 'puter, and to those we can trust.
They are Friends Without Faces, and odd little names.
QUICK CHECK
You just awake... your eyes are still shut
The feeling is warm.... just what you need
You boot up your puter.......you click that icon…
And then you see it.......you wait with a stare....
So you go thru the mail..... knowing this is the "Best"..
It is then that you hear it.... You cant wait to see
"Quick mail check" you promised....you said in your mind.
You "LOL" and "BRB", give kisses and Hugs…
~~Author Unknown~~
Still cant quite focus.....still dragging your butt
You know you need coffee......can taste that first sip
You wait for the maker.....and put the mug to your lip
But you know you need more....and its something to read
The paper you say??? no...don’t think so.. not it..
It’s much more exciting... you cant wait to "click"...
Cant keep from grinning.... your really turned on!
When the voice says "Welcome"...your heart skips a beat!!
You know your addicted....all the friends that you'll meet.
The mail box lights up!! "you’ve got mail" waiting there!!
OH.. what a feeling!!.... you look with delight!
You hoped you'd have mail.... and you knew you were right!!
Reading this reading that....as you go thru the rest.
Some you give the "delete" key....others get your first click
You know you must hurry......you gotta be quick!
Your heart gets a flutter... who's name will it be?
And then there it is..... covering part of the screen
The sweet little sound....Oh, you know what that means!!!
But you just got an IM.... and your pressing for time!
You know that you want to.... and respond you will
So you stop what your doing.. and go for the thrill!
You type and send words... refilling your mug
You give your good friend your attention and time
So that quick little mail check... turns to hours online!
Bows....Well my friend, you are the best that I could ask for. When times are good or bad you are always there. There are times that we finish each other thoughts, but I guess that is the way for sisters. We may not be sisters by blood but we are in all other ways. I love you more than you will ever know.
A friend is one you grow to love, trust, honor and obey.
A friend is one who will treat you the same.
A friend is one who loves to share, even a little teddy bear.
A friend is one to cheer you up, when you are feeling down.
A friend is one who makes you feel wanted.
A friend is you my friend.
If I have forgotten anyone, please e-mail me!
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