dying

"sometimes you gotta die a little to live"
-floetry

my phone's battery is chronically dead. it doesnt charge anymore. I am not even sure how I keep it on sometimes. I ordered a new one so it should come in the mail soon. However, currently, my phone continues to cut off on people. I'm sorry. I have Sprint and my phone's battery sucks. Deadly combination. So, sorry if you have called me and it dies on you. Maybe you should stop calling me. I hate phones anyway. My ears sweat for some reason. And I absolutely hate small talk. Have you noticed that I mention random things in conversations? It's my way of getting away from the "Hi, how are you?" question. I'm fine. I usually have gas. But I'm fine. Go online. I'm usually there. I'm up for a great conversation alot of the time. I'm really nice. But just don't give me the "one word and bounce" IMs. I don't get these. You stay online for 8,000 hours. You see me. I see you. But, you IM me only when you are signing off.

hm... I really don't know what to feel about this? It seems kinda mean/rude/senseless to me.

I'm going to cut my AIM time though. Why? Because I'm writing a full paragraph on people IMing me. Seems kinda lame to me.

I already cut Facebook. Muhfuggas are takin that shit too far. Got picture albums n shit on there. Also, a full conversation can be had on someone's relationship status. Jesus H. Christ, man. I really don't care.

So, one day...it was hard....but I deleted my account. haha. It really was hard, though. I liked my little artistic, eccentric page with the weird pictures. I kinda liked the attention.

"oooh chidi, is that your nose in the picture?"

"ooooh chidi, u need to smile in your pictures?"

"oooooooh chidi, see, thats better. yur smiling"

muhfuggas (read: dudes) be actin like this is just...messages. But, we love this shit. In the end, we are all super-attention freaks seeking the approval of a decent-dime female. And Facebook gives us a forum to seek attention without parading or voicing it. It is perfect. Cause u know dudes be painstakingly searching for a picture to put as their main one...then if you ask them later...they act all cool about it.

"...yeah I just got that picture today..."

shut up. you've cropped and Photoshop'ed that picture all day.

So I killed Facebook. I lurked twice, though... But I promptly left.

i killed myspace too.... until i took this really cool picture and wanted to show people (the "now u see, chidi now u don't see chidi beach picture") I created a fake page and put some of those pics up... One day, this fake page became Chidi's "i gotta show my creative side" page.

shit. ah well.

and my phone just shut off...again.

shit.

so yeah..
ill holla at ya later.

peeace