Hit Me...

Truth be told, I don't need a Blackjack. But I own a Blackjack. It's sexy like the lady to the left doing the Diane Parkinson. I use it like my brain though, only at 11% capacity. I never stream any fucking videos. I own an iPod, so I don't use the audio player, as It kills the battery anyhow. I rarely use the camera, even though it does take decent photos, admitted. Hardly have I a need to read emails on the go. Check it a few times a day, and say fuck it. In instances requiring immediacy, people are more likely to call me. For shit that ain't time-sensitive, a text message is convenient as fuck. Now you can text-google Google, so you really don't even need the Internet on a phone. Granted, sometimes that shit does come in handy, but more times than not, it's another extraneous feature that you pay for, but do not use enough to justify the expense. Sometimes I miss the days of pagers. Muthafuckas had a pager code. Mine's was "711", cause I'm such a propitious guy. Hit someone up on the hip, put in the landline and chill... and when dude can get back to you is exactly when he'll get back with you. No rush. Usually you had to get to the phone first, and the person that beeped you usually understood that. Texting is like alphanumeric pagers, merely on the phone. In my fucking opinion that is the best mode of conversation nowadays. Sometimes I don't be wanting to pick up my phone when people call, but the expectation is that if someone is calling then you must answer. No matter locale nor situation. Fuck that. Most of the time I be screening calls. If I didn't I'd be like Russell Simmons except for the fact I ain't gone be talking about money all day. Merely cosmopolitan epicurean philosophy, which I love, but prefer in person. I could honestly do with the Nokia 3360, but alas... Vanity... why hast thou smitten me so?