monsvalentine

buy a pretty dress. wear it out tonight. for anyone you think could out do me. or better still, be my winding wheel.

thursday, thursday, thursday.

someone's gonna get it. aint gonna be me.

tex-mex. i pity the rest of the world that does not know you. california can't rock it like you do. nor can illinois. or colorado. and what a shame. to think of what they are missing. cruel actually.

however, there is one california style shit hole in santa monica. tacos por favor. it's at olympic and like 14th. pretty damn good. carne asada tacos. if you live there, find it. you'll like it.

watched tupac: resurrection last night. i didn't realize he was the narrator for the entire film. quite the story. documentary style. i enjoyed it. i think most everyone would, if they gave it the time of day. such a talented mother fucker. could get your blood pumping like no other.

no need to be music snobs, people. pisses me off. just because someone comes from a different background, doesn't mean shit. rap vs. country vs. punk vs. jazz vs. whatever. it's all good. that's the beauty that is music.

i'm not saying you gotta like it all. as i certainly do not. just don't be that ass that sneers with ignorance.

i was just gonna hit him but i'm gonna kill him now.

live fat, be skinny.