Saturday, November 29, 2008

"Jim Jones Deep"

The new thing to say. (Listen to Day n Nite Remix ft. Jimmy ass Jones)

Friday, November 21, 2008

I've officially spent 24 hours in the library.

This is what the world has looked like to me for literally the last 24 hours. (I slept in the fetal position on the floor. For 30 min - 2 hrs; I don't remember.) Eff school. And eff pokemon red version on the gameboy (yup, started playing recently... 12 hrs in 3 days is unheard of / several ppl on my floor are playing too so.. Im hyped!). And eff Stumbleupon (singlehandedly responsible for probably around 1000 hours wasted at this point in my life). And eff my laptop for having internet / AIM / porn. And eff Kanye and Luda's albums leaking (they're both ill, altho Luda's could've been better). And eff ya moms for calling me at all hours, it's getting nuts out here.

Procrastination is an art. Too bad most art isn't appreciated till after your death.
("Except when I rhyme, so I guess it ain't true" - beastie boys) YEEEE

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Memories made in the coldest winter

Her love's a thousand miles away...
(Listenin to the Kanye West 808s and Heartbreak, review coming soon / whenever I feel I have listened to the album enough to critique it.)

Bathroom stalls are GARBAGE.

Here's the thing: taking a shit 2 feet away from another grown-ass man, rather or not there is a block of plastic in between, is NOT private. It's BULLshit. It's gross. I see you lift your leg to wipe yourself. Yea, I see you, homie. That shit's not cool, pun fully effing intended. I do not want to see. But I see. All too well. I can HEAR you breathing. A piece of plastic that doesn't even reach the floor is not helping SHIT.


4 feet. 2 men. 2 toilets. 0 dignity.


In an age where we can "hit a target through a telescope" (flobots reference, that song is off the CHAIN) I would expect better than to have to relieve myself a hand reach away from another man.

Solution:
Life on Mars. That's right, move people out. Spread out the population. I'm tired of your shit, literally.





















weezy knows best.
"you think your shit don't stank but you're mrs. pee-ew"