I Lost My Fucking Phone…Again


If you know me, you know this is some typical shit, if you don’t, welcome to my world. Well it’s May and I’m not doing so bad, this is only the second iphone I have lost this year, that being said, I need to get my shit together. I love my iphone, I need my iphone, or at least that is the way I felt. Now, after the initial shock of the loss, I’m feeling more like “Do I really need my phone?”. Before I go ahead and answer that question, the loss of the cellular has forced me to deal with life as is.

I can tell I’m going through some sort of with drawl from my iphone, I have a lot of the classic symptoms; moody, restless, super hungry, I even caught myself scratching my wrist. But as I got into the groove of the day, I soon discovered that there is a life outside of me bouncing from app to app, and charging my phone. I have watched the entire season 4 of HBO’s ‘Girls’ and I am currently on season 5. Watching Hannah go through life as a writer, gives me inspiration. Is it weird that I relate to these white, Brooklyn hipsters?

… ’cause I’m a black girl…from the Bronx…

My stomach is really bloated right now because I just took down my fourth Honest, organic honey green tea. I also had four strawberries, four pieces of bacon, truffle gouda, strawberry jam, and some green beans, weird I know, don’t ask me what the fuck is going on, ’cause I don’t know, but I’m guessing it’s the phone.

On the upside, people don’t have as much access to me and the people who really want to get in touch with me know exactly how to do it. I spend 90% less time in the bathroom, my hands actually feel relaxed and I feel like I have more room in brain for other shit. Now back to the first question I asked myself; “Do I really need my phone?”. Uh yeah, its 2016 and I have shit to, but I’m going to treasure every moment of feeling like I’m in 1996 or some shit.

-Hurricane Du

 

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