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.
There is nothing more depressing than going to light up, only to discover that said light is dunzo.
So far this has happened to me twice in the past five minutes.
*pause for a cause*
I mean … I don’t even know what’s worse. Not being able to find a lighter in your own home because the house has been pillaged for them*, or having a shit ton on deck, only to get but a spark.
Anyway, now I have these two empty lighters in my house, and I don’t want to leave them out because then I’d be only perpetuating the deceit, but can I throw them away? Isn’t that … i dunno … bad for … something? Do you recycle them? Like the way batteries are? That’s so complicated, too. Poop.
*As a woman, I recommend carrying around baby lighters. Dudes hate them and will return them immediately after use. I used to go with lighters that had female themes like astrology signs or daisies, but lo and behold, labels peel right off. Baby lighters. It’s the only way to go.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me today. I mean, I know that it being Monday, and my having to drag my ass to work by 8am (my own choice of all things. Dumb.) is making the day extra hard to get through. But I mean, I’m soooooo over it. And the week is only like 10% complete. *sighs* And I’m having my annual review today. Blech. Face.
Yesterday Mr. McCall reminded me of my most loathed arch-nemesis/old roommate … he who will not be named (but his rap name sounds like … Spammy Pee – you figure it out). This kid had a bad vibe … you could feel the negative energy when he walked through the door. Oh – and he was a miser like woah! Deadly combo, like a one-two punch. Anyway, I was pretty bummed that all my efforts to block him from my memory were thwarted at the mention of his name.
But speaking of wavelengths, Ferna comes home like “so-and-so has new pic of him in a subway (maybe for his new album cover? bwahahaha),” and had I seen it, and I was like nah dude, that nigga has BEEN deleted from my Myspace. But Ferna was on a mission, and looked him up.
Now, please remember that I can’t STAND this dude. When he and I were home alone I would stay in my room for hours to avoid the awkward two minutes of conversation that would begin with bullshit and pleasantries, and end with him telling I owed him for some bill or something and please pay up. People snickered at my various escape attempts, but the very idea of him makes my skin crawl. And he knows it. So he kept it up.
Anyway, back to Ferna. As I’m talking about the Terry-Ferna-Me wavelength matrix that’s been going on lately Ferna starts laughing hella hard, points, waiting for my reaction.
Ferna is on his page. Who is in the default pic with Lames McGee? None other than Neil Patrick Harris, looking all sweet and funny and cute. FUCK. He’s been tainted. Smarmy Gee wins. AGAIN!
So, my Google Reader just dropped some knowledge on me this morning. I feel like I know what’s up, what’s the deali-o, and yet I’ve never heard of Kicksonfire.com? Suuuuuuuper wack.
