Tuesday, January 11, 2011

/ I've a patent distaste for titles /

I LOVE WHEN IMPLICITLY SCARY PHONE CONVERSATIONS TURN OUT PRETTY CHILL. I HATE PHONE CONVERSATION ... SKYPE IS FRESH AS FUCK THOUGH, AND ONCE I CAN GRAB THAT IPOD I'LL ALWAYS HAVE FACETIME.

Also, while I'm on the topic, maybe I can air some shit out.
If you call me and I don't answer, it's probably because I have flung my phone somewhere. I do not like phones. They are such a creeping tool, screeching and beeping their way into my thoughts when I'm trying to think of stuff. It's hard to ignore a person trying to contact you, especially when they can't see you ignoring them, so you always get sidetracked, if only to stop the annoying whirring in your pocket. Jeez! So I tend to throw my cell around; thus, my phone is not the expensive or sexy kind. So if you call and your boy doesn't answer, it's probably that I'm busy/ignoring you/looking or my shit. Don't throw a fit and devour your phone or abandon the shit and go for a swim or something: I may just call you right back! I know you know what I'm talking about because I just missed your call.

It's like last ring ... Call back ... ... ... "Word?" ... Hangup.

I know that's kinda trippin but... be considerate of my terrible phone etiquette, K? Thanks
Also, I4 is sexy and fun, BB is baller and fun, Android is nerdy and... well, I have my reserved opinions about that whole Google phone thing. Basically, step your sexiness game way up or stop sending all these nerds out with these slightly awesome phones, Google.

Rant complete. See ya homie!

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