Saturday, October 22, 2005
Trap or die
I should be working on some things right now, but I’m mad distracted.
I love how when you search for the Black Eyed Peas “My Humps” that it directs people to my blog. That cracks me up.
So I’ve decided to be Young Jeezy for Halloween. I wonder where they sell cheap gold fronts. The shirt I got says, “Trap or die” on the back. I’m not quite sure what that means. Maybe like vote or die? Or eat or die? Not sure. Hopefully it won’t get me shot. I wanted to be Mike Jones, but they do not have Mike Jones shirts at the mall. Apparently they only carry clothing line items, and Mike Jones doesn’t have a clothing line. Give that fool six months. One dude told me to go to the flea market (!). I actually considered it. Thinking about it, I don’t know if I’ll be crunk enough to be Young Jeezy or any kind of rapper. I don’t know if I can deal with having to talk to tons of people all night. But then again, my friend told me that there would be other people who look like me, but are dressed for real, so that makes me feel better. Here comes the snowman!
Which, by the way, not one of the hardest nicknames one could pick. The snowman? It just conjures up images of dandruff to me. Dandruff or like showtunes.
My weekend has been the bomb. And I’ve actually gotten work done. I didn’t think I had that much to do until I was rolling up the exit ramp home. That sucked. I was so excited to not do anything for four days and then it hit me that I had a paper due Monday. But it’s done, so it’s all good. And if you don’t know, now you know.
I love how when you search for the Black Eyed Peas “My Humps” that it directs people to my blog. That cracks me up.
So I’ve decided to be Young Jeezy for Halloween. I wonder where they sell cheap gold fronts. The shirt I got says, “Trap or die” on the back. I’m not quite sure what that means. Maybe like vote or die? Or eat or die? Not sure. Hopefully it won’t get me shot. I wanted to be Mike Jones, but they do not have Mike Jones shirts at the mall. Apparently they only carry clothing line items, and Mike Jones doesn’t have a clothing line. Give that fool six months. One dude told me to go to the flea market (!). I actually considered it. Thinking about it, I don’t know if I’ll be crunk enough to be Young Jeezy or any kind of rapper. I don’t know if I can deal with having to talk to tons of people all night. But then again, my friend told me that there would be other people who look like me, but are dressed for real, so that makes me feel better. Here comes the snowman!
Which, by the way, not one of the hardest nicknames one could pick. The snowman? It just conjures up images of dandruff to me. Dandruff or like showtunes.
My weekend has been the bomb. And I’ve actually gotten work done. I didn’t think I had that much to do until I was rolling up the exit ramp home. That sucked. I was so excited to not do anything for four days and then it hit me that I had a paper due Monday. But it’s done, so it’s all good. And if you don’t know, now you know.
Labels: music
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