Wow. I came back inside from a smoke/walk, and Tatu is playing on my stereo. I haven't listened to them in forever. When Tatu's CD first came out...hold that thought for a second... Let's switch gears and be gangsta for a second...
(What I meant to say was...)
When that shit first dropped, I was peepin them bitches for a good minute, son... Shee-it... Some punk-ass mothafuckas was all bouncin and shit up in the Caddy, all waggin they heads and shit, and my nigga Roscoe was all up in my shit, talking about deez two itty-bitty Russian peeps singing and shit in the rain, wit' da water be getting on dey's skirts and shit... An' they wuz all kissin and shit, in dem schoolgirl getups, all tryin to be like Britney but not as skanky as dat crazy ho... But check it. (This is where I'd wag my finger in your face, maybe make my hand like a gun and put it to my temple, for dramatic effect.) I knocked da fuck outta Roscoe and was like, "Shit nigga, pass that blunt, I know you always be trying to smoke all ma shit yo'self, fo' sho...". Shit... Them fi'teens in the trunk was banging that shit out all day, son. Fo' sho. Fuck yo couch.
Whew. It's hard work trying to think of what to say and how to say it, when you don't talk that way in the first place. That's probably sort of how I would sound if I went to France right now, what with my ridiculously elementary knowledge of Francais... Sort of like the foreign people who come to my work, and try to order things, yet I can't really understand what they're saying, but somehow things always manage to unfuck themselves just long enough, so that everything is good. I should talk like that all the time. It would be hilarious. My asian-caucasian-ness is so, so painfully obvious.
I don't know if anyone else has seen it, but I can't stop looking at Angeline's photo set. I don't mean this in a weird, perverted way, I'm not sitting here with my face pressed up against the glass of the monitor, jerking off constantly. I'm just in awe... She's so, so breathtakingly beautiful... Try as I might, I just can't look away.
I think I'm going to go back to doing whatever it was I was doing before I came in this room... I think I'm thirsty now. I'm feeling some Skinny Puppy right now for some reason. No, Big Black... Mmm-hmm. Maybe some old, old Francoise Hardy would be good too... Hmm... Ahahahahahaha... Vanessa Carlton is on internet radio... Hahahahaha...
Later.
(What I meant to say was...)
When that shit first dropped, I was peepin them bitches for a good minute, son... Shee-it... Some punk-ass mothafuckas was all bouncin and shit up in the Caddy, all waggin they heads and shit, and my nigga Roscoe was all up in my shit, talking about deez two itty-bitty Russian peeps singing and shit in the rain, wit' da water be getting on dey's skirts and shit... An' they wuz all kissin and shit, in dem schoolgirl getups, all tryin to be like Britney but not as skanky as dat crazy ho... But check it. (This is where I'd wag my finger in your face, maybe make my hand like a gun and put it to my temple, for dramatic effect.) I knocked da fuck outta Roscoe and was like, "Shit nigga, pass that blunt, I know you always be trying to smoke all ma shit yo'self, fo' sho...". Shit... Them fi'teens in the trunk was banging that shit out all day, son. Fo' sho. Fuck yo couch.
Whew. It's hard work trying to think of what to say and how to say it, when you don't talk that way in the first place. That's probably sort of how I would sound if I went to France right now, what with my ridiculously elementary knowledge of Francais... Sort of like the foreign people who come to my work, and try to order things, yet I can't really understand what they're saying, but somehow things always manage to unfuck themselves just long enough, so that everything is good. I should talk like that all the time. It would be hilarious. My asian-caucasian-ness is so, so painfully obvious.
I don't know if anyone else has seen it, but I can't stop looking at Angeline's photo set. I don't mean this in a weird, perverted way, I'm not sitting here with my face pressed up against the glass of the monitor, jerking off constantly. I'm just in awe... She's so, so breathtakingly beautiful... Try as I might, I just can't look away.
I think I'm going to go back to doing whatever it was I was doing before I came in this room... I think I'm thirsty now. I'm feeling some Skinny Puppy right now for some reason. No, Big Black... Mmm-hmm. Maybe some old, old Francoise Hardy would be good too... Hmm... Ahahahahahaha... Vanessa Carlton is on internet radio... Hahahahaha...
Later.