racing for gold...panning for ore...

am i speaking in a secret language...is it a series of ciphers and the box didn't contain a decoder ring...because i have to tell you , this lost in translation bullshit is really slaying me...my throat is raw from private time pillow screams...i keep calling my mom and hanging up on her as soon as she answers..i carried the woman through most of my (her, our) upbringing i don't know why sometimes i think she'll have suddenly decided to read the manual Maternal Instincts and How To, At Least, Fake 'Em if You Don't Got 'Em....i accidentally called my grandma earlier...i hung up on her too...not because i don't love her...and not because she's in any way like my mom...i just didn't realize i was calling her, thought i was calling my girlfriend, and panicked when i was about to say, 'hi honey-pot' and realized my honey-pot does not sound like that...

post: sorry granny...