I Cha, Cha, Choose You

I don't think I am breaking any rules of online friendship propriety by sharing with you one of my innermost dark secrets, am I? Its just that this wild double life I have been living can no longer go on in secret. I have only shared this darkness with Caitlin...but now I believe I must come out fully to the public so they can see my horrid shame. Please don't judge me.

You see, I am addicted to ChaCha. I can't stop using this amazing and free service. If you are not familiar with ChaCha, it is a free messaging service that will answer your questions via text message to your phone. For some reason I don't think you are getting it. Here is an example: Let's say I am in New York and I need to take a dump. I know there are bathrooms in all Starbucks (plus, who doesn't like taking a dump surrounded by the sweet smell of mass produced coffee?), but I don't know where the nearest one is. So I text ChaCha (242242), "Nearest Starbucks to 108th and Columbus." Within a few moments I receive the answer!

Why is this better than texting Google? Because there are real people who are out there answering your questions. You can ask specific questions without an Internet ready phone and get a specific answer back by someone who is personally doing the research for you! Seriously - the applications are endless. The other day in church someone said a phrase I had never heard, so our friends asked ChaCha what it meant. BING...amazing. I seriously have no idea yet how these guys are making money, but I don't care. And if you want to make some extra cash, sign up to be one of their researchers from your personal computer.

So text 242242 right now and ask a question. Or text "joke" and they will send you a joke. So cute.