Dial? dial who? I should dial my mother who just recently dialed my number, yet I ignored that phone call. I could dial my dad too since I haven’t talked to him in some time. I may need to dial a shrink because this is very odd what I’m doing.
how many times can you dial someone? especially when they dont dial you back. why am i waiting for someone, specifically someone, to dial me. im frustrated on the dial. we dont even use dial anymore, its more like punch or press.
with my new phone it’s difficult to do this… i just bought some gloves yesterday that have these little things on the fingertips that make it easier to dial with while wearing gloves. i’m not getting these gloves though until christmas, which in retrospect is pointless. whatever, i wanna go home.
today i had math class and it was very boring and USELESS who gives a hay about MATH!!..!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HATE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!SO YA MATH SUCKS.
I want to dial the phone and hear a voice that answers all my questions about life. The other line with solve all my problems and tell me where to go from here: Mexico City? China? Back to the states? Everyone keeps asking me what’s next and I can’t answer… maybe that voice will be able to. Or maybe I should just figure it out myself.
call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me please. I need you.
i love to dial the phoone – i don’t know if it’s the sounds of the buttons or the fact that when i’m done i get to talk to someone or hear someone’s voice. one dial i don’t like is the tone of dial-up for the internet – SOOOOOOO SLOW! it makes my skin crawl a little bit – but not too bad.
I could hear the beeping of each key as it was pressed and I wondered if I was making the right choice by calling him so soon. He probably wouldn not even remember who I was. It was always like that.
Dial…it could be a soap, it could be the action of dialing an old friend, someone you hate, someone you love, someone you wish was dialing you, someone who is regreting your call. The art of dialing is to make it seem intentional but not desperate. We worry more about what we will say when we dial someone than what why we are dialing that person in the first place.
how many times can you dial in one day? i dial my phone, i turn up the dial, i use soap called dial. But thinking about the consequences of dialing is the part which is past my metal processing of the day.
Turn the dial up louder, I want to sing and no one to hear. I don’t care who I’m interrupting, I want to sing. Turn the dial up I want to bake something. Turn the dial up someone is dying. Turn the dial up. I want to sing.
Dial. 911. Emergency. Do you remember when that happened? We were all so terrified. We feared for the worst, but hoped for the best. I hope you are doing okay up there. The world is a completely different place without you…
a red rotary dial phone was in our kitchen until 1998. i remember the day that phone finally broke. cried myself to sleep every day until sept. 10, 2001. then 9/11 happened and ive been crying ever since.
Dial? Phone’s, which i really hate talking on cause i can never tell if the person is being serious or not. Dialing 911 in an emergency is like a second instinct for most people, eh? Sometimes it’s not even an emergency. Like when kids dial it for no apparent reason. I miss being a kid, carefree.
The phone was left off the hook. He picked it up but there was no dial tone. Something was off. From movies he learned that no dial tone meant that someone had cut the phone line. What he didn’t know was even worse. The phone company had lost power and the phones were just down!!!
i dialed the phone to call the girl of my dreams. as the dial tone hummed in my ears my heart began to race…it has been months since the last time we had spoken, i was afraid she would have forgotten about me. The dial tone ended, but no one answered.
you dial the phone, and then you call someone. If you are lonely you can listent to the dial tone. If you don’t hang up the phone properly you get a really loud dial tone and then you remember to put the phone back on the hook.
Wow. You used to dial a phone. Do we still say dial a phone? Will our kids even know why we use the word dial, when they merely punch in numbers? TV’s don’t have dials either. Remember that feeling you had when there was a solid click bewtween stations, you knew you were getting somewhere. Now it’s just soap.
I thought I could dial the number but it turned out I can’t. I stare and stare and stare at the silent telephone and it begins to take on an ominous godly presence. The dial…the dial that extends my soul to another human being. I must dial it. I must. I stare. Frightened like a child.
I dialed Stella’s number hurriedly. I had to explain.
It rang only twice, and she picked up.
“Stella,” I said urgently. “I don’t want you thinking I’m some loon. Me and the guys have the testing under control. And when this hits the market, it will be huge.”
Dial me when you’re contemplating Murder for Hire. I’m just one person but I know Dial M for Murder by heart. I can take care of your cheating spouse, your noisy and nosey neighbor for a small conveniently hidden price. Make sure you talk on a disposalble cell that can’t be traced to either of us! hahaha
I dialed the number. I didn’t have any idea who it belonged to, just a slip of paper I happened to find on the street. Why the hell am I dialing this number I wondered. This isn’t the kind of thing I’d usually do.
the phone was sitting on the table. i picked it up and called my mom… we talked about the paper i just had her edit for my history capstone class…i’ll get that stupid paper back on monday and i’ll never take another history class ever again
pile denile style kyle liar. dial to tune. dial into files of bureacracy dial into the radio. listen to music. steal music. steal this radio. stealing music online. i’m not sure whether or not it’s “right” or “wrong” we’re stealing from the rich and giving to the poor. giving culture to the poor. should we be uneducated because we’re a little unwilling to pay for a cd?
I need to dial the phone. I don’t wanna. I have to call 6 parents and my doctor, and I’m too busy doing other stuff. Obviously I am off task now, but this is a way of resetting my brain so that I can think. I need a vacation! Thank goodness one is coming soon…but I don’t think it will be long enough. They never are. bummer. I guess I should stop writing and get on the phone.
soap, the kind I never liked the smell of, sort of like Irish Spring… dial… but then there is
the dial on a machine, like my washing machine and how I do like the smell of my laundry soap and I do like the smell of the fabric softener…
but then there is something sinister about some
soaps…
I turn the dial and wait. Waiting for it to ding and bring me you. But you’re too far away. Come back to me. Turn the dial and break the chain. Nothing is ever too far away.
Dial? dial who? I should dial my mother who just recently dialed my number, yet I ignored that phone call. I could dial my dad too since I haven’t talked to him in some time. I may need to dial a shrink because this is very odd what I’m doing.
Deoderant soap. Yellow Gold. Bubbles. Steam. Glisten. Clean.
how many times can you dial someone? especially when they dont dial you back. why am i waiting for someone, specifically someone, to dial me. im frustrated on the dial. we dont even use dial anymore, its more like punch or press.
with my new phone it’s difficult to do this… i just bought some gloves yesterday that have these little things on the fingertips that make it easier to dial with while wearing gloves. i’m not getting these gloves though until christmas, which in retrospect is pointless. whatever, i wanna go home.
today i had math class and it was very boring and USELESS who gives a hay about MATH!!..!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HATE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!SO YA MATH SUCKS.
I want to dial the phone and hear a voice that answers all my questions about life. The other line with solve all my problems and tell me where to go from here: Mexico City? China? Back to the states? Everyone keeps asking me what’s next and I can’t answer… maybe that voice will be able to. Or maybe I should just figure it out myself.
call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me call me please. I need you.
i love to dial the phoone – i don’t know if it’s the sounds of the buttons or the fact that when i’m done i get to talk to someone or hear someone’s voice. one dial i don’t like is the tone of dial-up for the internet – SOOOOOOO SLOW! it makes my skin crawl a little bit – but not too bad.
phone
I could hear the beeping of each key as it was pressed and I wondered if I was making the right choice by calling him so soon. He probably wouldn not even remember who I was. It was always like that.
the sands slip through the dial of time; life is precious.
Dial…it could be a soap, it could be the action of dialing an old friend, someone you hate, someone you love, someone you wish was dialing you, someone who is regreting your call. The art of dialing is to make it seem intentional but not desperate. We worry more about what we will say when we dial someone than what why we are dialing that person in the first place.
dial
There’s this guy named Al.. I hate Al.
I called him once, I didn’t say who I was.. only thing I said was “die Al!”.
how many times can you dial in one day? i dial my phone, i turn up the dial, i use soap called dial. But thinking about the consequences of dialing is the part which is past my metal processing of the day.
i used the phone dial to call nine one-one.
“hello, what is the emergency.” they said.
“i have a broken leg and it hurts!”
“we’ll be on our way
phone,text,call,keypad,
Turn the dial up louder, I want to sing and no one to hear. I don’t care who I’m interrupting, I want to sing. Turn the dial up I want to bake something. Turn the dial up someone is dying. Turn the dial up. I want to sing.
Dial. 911. Emergency. Do you remember when that happened? We were all so terrified. We feared for the worst, but hoped for the best. I hope you are doing okay up there. The world is a completely different place without you…
a red rotary dial phone was in our kitchen until 1998. i remember the day that phone finally broke. cried myself to sleep every day until sept. 10, 2001. then 9/11 happened and ive been crying ever since.
Dial? Phone’s, which i really hate talking on cause i can never tell if the person is being serious or not. Dialing 911 in an emergency is like a second instinct for most people, eh? Sometimes it’s not even an emergency. Like when kids dial it for no apparent reason. I miss being a kid, carefree.
The phone was left off the hook. He picked it up but there was no dial tone. Something was off. From movies he learned that no dial tone meant that someone had cut the phone line. What he didn’t know was even worse. The phone company had lost power and the phones were just down!!!
phone numbers and a dial tone waiting for the call you might never get
I picked up the phone and found out that 10 people have dialed me so far
i dialed the phone to call the girl of my dreams. as the dial tone hummed in my ears my heart began to race…it has been months since the last time we had spoken, i was afraid she would have forgotten about me. The dial tone ended, but no one answered.
you dial the phone, and then you call someone. If you are lonely you can listent to the dial tone. If you don’t hang up the phone properly you get a really loud dial tone and then you remember to put the phone back on the hook.
Wow. You used to dial a phone. Do we still say dial a phone? Will our kids even know why we use the word dial, when they merely punch in numbers? TV’s don’t have dials either. Remember that feeling you had when there was a solid click bewtween stations, you knew you were getting somewhere. Now it’s just soap.
I thought I could dial the number but it turned out I can’t. I stare and stare and stare at the silent telephone and it begins to take on an ominous godly presence. The dial…the dial that extends my soul to another human being. I must dial it. I must. I stare. Frightened like a child.
I dialed Stella’s number hurriedly. I had to explain.
It rang only twice, and she picked up.
“Stella,” I said urgently. “I don’t want you thinking I’m some loon. Me and the guys have the testing under control. And when this hits the market, it will be huge.”
Stella just snorted.
Dial me when you’re contemplating Murder for Hire. I’m just one person but I know Dial M for Murder by heart. I can take care of your cheating spouse, your noisy and nosey neighbor for a small conveniently hidden price. Make sure you talk on a disposalble cell that can’t be traced to either of us! hahaha
I dialed the number. I didn’t have any idea who it belonged to, just a slip of paper I happened to find on the street. Why the hell am I dialing this number I wondered. This isn’t the kind of thing I’d usually do.
The phone rang…
dial
to dial the numbers
it is hard to do right
sometimes mistakes appear
they go wrong
numbers fail
no time to tell
dial means everythign dial a number shity
the phone was sitting on the table. i picked it up and called my mom… we talked about the paper i just had her edit for my history capstone class…i’ll get that stupid paper back on monday and i’ll never take another history class ever again
pile denile style kyle liar. dial to tune. dial into files of bureacracy dial into the radio. listen to music. steal music. steal this radio. stealing music online. i’m not sure whether or not it’s “right” or “wrong” we’re stealing from the rich and giving to the poor. giving culture to the poor. should we be uneducated because we’re a little unwilling to pay for a cd?
tone with focus. soap to clean. knob to turn. Options
I need to dial the phone. I don’t wanna. I have to call 6 parents and my doctor, and I’m too busy doing other stuff. Obviously I am off task now, but this is a way of resetting my brain so that I can think. I need a vacation! Thank goodness one is coming soon…but I don’t think it will be long enough. They never are. bummer. I guess I should stop writing and get on the phone.
soap, the kind I never liked the smell of, sort of like Irish Spring… dial… but then there is
the dial on a machine, like my washing machine and how I do like the smell of my laundry soap and I do like the smell of the fabric softener…
but then there is something sinister about some
soaps…
I dialed the number. I turned the dial. I waited a while. I cracked a smile. It’s not worthwhile. I fought in denial.
I turn the dial and wait. Waiting for it to ding and bring me you. But you’re too far away. Come back to me. Turn the dial and break the chain. Nothing is ever too far away.