Janelle Monae – Many Moons

What’s for dinner?

I dunno, but I wish it were these:

Get in my stomach.

Stupid fucking Bay Area.

Yes, to answer your question. I DO get cranky when I’m hungry.

Narcissists Rejoice

I’m not one to call the kettle black (I mean I did have Google Analytics at one point, for very good reasons), but I think this is getting out of control.

The number one googled item today was people trying to figure out how to find who’s googling them. Ohai, the completely self-absorbed! 

So yeah, the website is Ziggs.com, and it works kinda like a cross between Linkedin and some cheesy Myspace tracker. Sidenote … said stalker once showed up on my tracker seven times in an hour. I deleted the app shortly thereafter.

Because, unlike these other folks, it scares the shit outta me to think people are googling me. Although granted, I iz famouz.

Yup Yuppers.

I think tomorrow might be the day. As many times as I’ve seen the LL Crew in some form or another (CMA had the raddest show of them all, IMHO), I have never seen Murs live.

 

I think tomorrow that all will change.

Cuz he’s coming to Berkeley manana. 

And I’m dooooooowwwwwwnnnnnnn.

And btw, Murs for President is trill as fuck. If you don’t know, now you know. But more on that later. 

Stop being so thrifty.

M83 – We Own the Sky

I get so sick of trolling through Youtube everyday to find songs I want to post. Most are attached to cheesy fan art, and I’m done, son. Finally coughed up the cashola and upgraded. I dunno about you, but I’m pretty pumped. 

T.I. = better seen than heard.

Yeah I said it.

 

 I aquired the Paper Trail today.

And it’s just a step above trash.

I almost lost my shit over that song with Rihanna. It’s not as bad as I thought it was gonna be, but wowzers. I strongly suggest skipping the first 45 seconds.

Garbage, for sure. 

I guess I’m not fully done listening, but I’m not impressed. Oh well, T.I. is still fine as hell. He’ll always have that. 

I mean, I think the reason why I’m so disappointed is because I think about T.I. as a dirty South kinda guy. And if you knew me in high school, you knew that’s all I listened to. That and pop punk, but we’ll save that for another time. It’s too embarrassing to discuss right now. I mean, I was DOWN for the dirty. I already told you about riding around to “Shut Up.” I was hoodrich before that was even a phrase. Rap City was my gateway, and I loved it. Pastor Troy and  Slip ‘n’ Slide (Trina is my bitch, man. I will always love her) were my homies. I was even down for motherfucking Petey Pablo. 

What is going on? T.I. has a song that might as well be “Raise Up.” But then it’s not. Not even close. Spin it like a helicopter. Damn…i miss that shit. I’m gonna go dl some old 8Ball and MJG. Kbai.

Annnddd I still know all the words by heart. *Fist pump*

Say you want pistol play? Well then it’s blao, blao.