To dial can lead to many things, you could dial a totally random person and they can become one of the most important people in your life all because of one slip of a mistake. Relationships, marriages have started because of the dial
Sundials are rather magical things; they provide some way of telling the time without the hectic reflections of today’s sort of working life… just that of the sun, time without constraints; the cosmic meanderings of the seasons going on and on for centuries regardless…
i dialed the phone and clicked 911. hello the operater said, i need help hurry something is terrible wrond. were on our way. i see the horrible sight and tremble. why does this have to happen to me?? not again! i feel like im breaking.
dial the phone and get some soap. maybe your mom will answer. maybe she’ll bring the soap. or perhaps your lover will. he’ll rub you down, caress your back and say your the one for him. until he leaves and goes to work. there he’ll meet shirley. they’ll have an awkward, but funny bump into each other in the freezer it will turn into crazy sex.
Then I thought what if i don’t want to talk to this person. So I sat there with the phone in my hand repeating, “dial, dial dial”. Over and over again in my head till it became like a dial tone in my brain. Monotonous and
whenever you dial a phone you never know who you are about to call. it can always be someone different or it can all be the same no matter what is going on. so who are you going to call today. who’s lucky number are you going to dial today. whenever you find out you’ll know once it rings that it was good.
I dial a phone number to call someone. Dial is a type of soap. I dont have a cell phone anymore so I dont dial many peoples numbers, instead im on the computer e-mailing or IMing.
I turn the dial. Nothing. I turn again and bam! The White Stripes – gush. I keep on driving now that the space is tolerable again. Now I can do this. Now I can make it another 200 miles. I just have to focus.
dial the number on the phone to see that no one’s there they’re not listening they’re never listening they don’t care what you have to say you don’t think you don’t matter you’re nothing not compared to them
I didn’t want to do it. I didn’t have it in me. He wasn’t going to reach out to me like he promised. i gave him a second chance and he was blowing it– and i still wanted him more than ever.
so i did it first. i picked up the phone and dialed.
I would like to own a sun dial. It would be a cool way to tell time. I’m sick and tired of my digital clock and the new technology. I would like to resort back to ancient ways. sounds intresting.
you use to for the phone. you dial numbers. there was once a thing called dial-up for the internet. it made this ridiculous annoying noise with beeps. a dial was used on a tv. and other electronics. dials. things you turn to change something.
Onie time I was at my friend brian’s house. I stole his phone when he wasnt looking and sent out a forward to eveyr one in his ocntacts. I tried to write ” i love dick” but i ended up writing i love dial. He was on t9 and it came out weird. the next day he got a bunch of texts asking what dial was.
this word is awsome its a kind of soap and a thing that you crank with your hand and stuff and that soap smell reminds me of my childhood and i just learned about this site and wtf is this this is weird wtf time is almost up
aphone a play a turd that has a bar of soap. i like thjoses phones with the spinny thing. I had on e at an apartment one time. It felt cool to walk around with….what!
It does not take much time to dial up someone you care about. True, its been many months since I’ve heard from my first love, but he happened to call my sister to tell her he missed me. I saw him outside the coffee shop where I practice Italian the other day, and I always find his presense is strangely relieving
the dial on the clock said i was late but i didnt know what for i began to run through my mind in search for what was lost and came to the point in which i saw my memory and it was
All it takes is a second to pick it up and say I’m sorry. If dialing her number is all it takes to make her realize you do care. Then what are you waiting for?
Type of soap, or phone dial… I dial in on something. Really dial a phone jumps to the frontof my mind. Some numbers you like to dial more than others. Don’t turn that dial!
I dialed your number again, a year later. Butterflies in my stomach, almost feeling sick.
You answered.
“Hey, it’s me… got a a second or do I have the wrong number?”
You paused. “You have the wrong number.” Click.
i am dialing the number.the number is my friend’s phone number.my friend is a great person.i love to chat with her.she is quite lovely and she loves me too. i do not like to call people , because it’s really awkward. awkward situations are sometimes fun
phone calls. everytime i look up at the numbers, i get anxious as if i’m reading a foreign language. i don’t understand myself sometimes because it doesn’t register that i’m calling someone through such a small device. a device that i can hold in my hand is not the same as a person.
I pick up the phone, the dial tone buzzing like an angry mosquito in my ear. My fingers hesitate over the keys – how can I call you now, after all we’ve been through? How can we still be friends?
i dial the telephone to call my mother. i know that the conversation is long overdue, but im still hesitiant to follow through. staying in my current state of blissful denial seems the favorable option.
I haven’t dialed this number in three years. It sits, typed in and waiting on my phone everyday. I never hit the green button. Always the red. I dial you everyday, if you are reading this. I dial you and never give you the chance to answer.
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dial 911 for emergency, but they do requests too?
Like I am very hungry and going to die of hunger, sure they will help a dying man. I was just wondering if they will get me a large pizza and coke.
he dialed the phone, and who was to pick up but his ex-lover. His most hated ex-lover. He dreamed of it to be anyone else, but no, her. So as he answered, he found her to be upset beyond belief. She was harping on him? After all she did to him! What kind of world is this?!
I dial. I dial and I dial. Nobody answers? Where are my answers? Like a lost fish in a sea of clear blue water, I can see as far as the eye can see, but still see nothing at all. The world spins, around and around. The light catches my eye. I know I’m home in this sea of comfort. Pure beauty.
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I dialed the phone then she answered. She wanted to say hello but there was only silence. I spoke, “Hello?”
To dial can lead to many things, you could dial a totally random person and they can become one of the most important people in your life all because of one slip of a mistake. Relationships, marriages have started because of the dial
Sundials are rather magical things; they provide some way of telling the time without the hectic reflections of today’s sort of working life… just that of the sun, time without constraints; the cosmic meanderings of the seasons going on and on for centuries regardless…
i dialed the phone and clicked 911. hello the operater said, i need help hurry something is terrible wrond. were on our way. i see the horrible sight and tremble. why does this have to happen to me?? not again! i feel like im breaking.
dial the phone and get some soap. maybe your mom will answer. maybe she’ll bring the soap. or perhaps your lover will. he’ll rub you down, caress your back and say your the one for him. until he leaves and goes to work. there he’ll meet shirley. they’ll have an awkward, but funny bump into each other in the freezer it will turn into crazy sex.
Then I thought what if i don’t want to talk to this person. So I sat there with the phone in my hand repeating, “dial, dial dial”. Over and over again in my head till it became like a dial tone in my brain. Monotonous and
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whenever you dial a phone you never know who you are about to call. it can always be someone different or it can all be the same no matter what is going on. so who are you going to call today. who’s lucky number are you going to dial today. whenever you find out you’ll know once it rings that it was good.
I dial a phone number to call someone. Dial is a type of soap. I dont have a cell phone anymore so I dont dial many peoples numbers, instead im on the computer e-mailing or IMing.
I turn the dial. Nothing. I turn again and bam! The White Stripes – gush. I keep on driving now that the space is tolerable again. Now I can do this. Now I can make it another 200 miles. I just have to focus.
dial the number on the phone to see that no one’s there they’re not listening they’re never listening they don’t care what you have to say you don’t think you don’t matter you’re nothing not compared to them
I didn’t want to do it. I didn’t have it in me. He wasn’t going to reach out to me like he promised. i gave him a second chance and he was blowing it– and i still wanted him more than ever.
so i did it first. i picked up the phone and dialed.
I would like to own a sun dial. It would be a cool way to tell time. I’m sick and tired of my digital clock and the new technology. I would like to resort back to ancient ways. sounds intresting.
you use to for the phone. you dial numbers. there was once a thing called dial-up for the internet. it made this ridiculous annoying noise with beeps. a dial was used on a tv. and other electronics. dials. things you turn to change something.
Onie time I was at my friend brian’s house. I stole his phone when he wasnt looking and sent out a forward to eveyr one in his ocntacts. I tried to write ” i love dick” but i ended up writing i love dial. He was on t9 and it came out weird. the next day he got a bunch of texts asking what dial was.
this word is awsome its a kind of soap and a thing that you crank with your hand and stuff and that soap smell reminds me of my childhood and i just learned about this site and wtf is this this is weird wtf time is almost up
aphone a play a turd that has a bar of soap. i like thjoses phones with the spinny thing. I had on e at an apartment one time. It felt cool to walk around with….what!
I tried to dial your number but I was so nervous I decided not to allow you into my heart after all.
It does not take much time to dial up someone you care about. True, its been many months since I’ve heard from my first love, but he happened to call my sister to tell her he missed me. I saw him outside the coffee shop where I practice Italian the other day, and I always find his presense is strangely relieving
the dial on the clock said i was late but i didnt know what for i began to run through my mind in search for what was lost and came to the point in which i saw my memory and it was
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All it takes is a second to pick it up and say I’m sorry. If dialing her number is all it takes to make her realize you do care. Then what are you waiting for?
Type of soap, or phone dial… I dial in on something. Really dial a phone jumps to the frontof my mind. Some numbers you like to dial more than others. Don’t turn that dial!
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I dialed your number again, a year later. Butterflies in my stomach, almost feeling sick.
You answered.
“Hey, it’s me… got a a second or do I have the wrong number?”
You paused. “You have the wrong number.” Click.
I hate you.
i am dialing the number.the number is my friend’s phone number.my friend is a great person.i love to chat with her.she is quite lovely and she loves me too. i do not like to call people , because it’s really awkward. awkward situations are sometimes fun
soap. soap. soap.
phone calls. everytime i look up at the numbers, i get anxious as if i’m reading a foreign language. i don’t understand myself sometimes because it doesn’t register that i’m calling someone through such a small device. a device that i can hold in my hand is not the same as a person.
I pick up the phone, the dial tone buzzing like an angry mosquito in my ear. My fingers hesitate over the keys – how can I call you now, after all we’ve been through? How can we still be friends?
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i dialed his number… the note he left said words like “sorry” “love” and “forgive.” last night was a mess… our first fight…
i dial the telephone to call my mother. i know that the conversation is long overdue, but im still hesitiant to follow through. staying in my current state of blissful denial seems the favorable option.
I haven’t dialed this number in three years. It sits, typed in and waiting on my phone everyday. I never hit the green button. Always the red. I dial you everyday, if you are reading this. I dial you and never give you the chance to answer.
I’m sorry.
the phone time to dial the phone, where are you calling? dial the phone…always dial the right number, don’t dial 911! yay! dial dial dial dial dial dial
dial 911 for emergency, but they do requests too?
Like I am very hungry and going to die of hunger, sure they will help a dying man. I was just wondering if they will get me a large pizza and coke.
he dialed the phone, and who was to pick up but his ex-lover. His most hated ex-lover. He dreamed of it to be anyone else, but no, her. So as he answered, he found her to be upset beyond belief. She was harping on him? After all she did to him! What kind of world is this?!
I dial. I dial and I dial. Nobody answers? Where are my answers? Like a lost fish in a sea of clear blue water, I can see as far as the eye can see, but still see nothing at all. The world spins, around and around. The light catches my eye. I know I’m home in this sea of comfort. Pure beauty.