me

I feel another day of sitting in front of the computer coming on. It's already been fourteen minutes. I should be reading. I would go frolic out side on my day off, but it's really cold here right now. Don't get me wrong I love to bundle up. It's got to be the heat in my appartment. Makes me sleepy. Maybe I'll go rent a movie. I should go look at records. I have a big gig coming up on Halloween.
They reissuied all of the old NWA stuff.
That makes me happy.
"Easily I approach, the microphone because I ain't no joke. Tell you momma to get off of my tip, I have no time to give er my dick, I ganna hold it, and walk around the stage, and if she fucks up, I'm going a get my gage, and unload the barrel and laugh, cause I'm puttin' lead in your mother fuckin' ass, psychopathic, but the hos are attracted, cause when I'm on hard my dicks at least a yard, in the days of old I was a nut, but now I need at least three hos when I fuck, not one, not two, then I do another when there's nothin' else to do, get used to the crew bitch, cause I'll never quit, as soon as you thik that's it... I'm still talkin' shit"
Man those were the days. I think that was the first tape I bought that had an explicit lyrics warning on it. I was like man, how do they get away with all that? Now Richard Pryors's shit sounds tame.
I sound like an old man.
*old man voice*
" Back when I was your age we didn't have feet! Couldn't afford 'em. Had to drag our stumps up the hill both ways..."

Well glad my (web) buddies had a great time at D land.

Y'all have a good day now.

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