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i still don’t understand getting a cold in so. cal. went to a pre-halloween party and woke up the next day with a drippy face.


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in other news, my bicycle may end up in a wells fargo commercial, and the new little wayne mixtape [the ceilings] is pretty terrible.

sometimes i can’t help myself.

its like they vomited out shit in music form:

****warning there are pointless nude women in the one above****

brokencyde? where to even start? well i’ll just say that my friend josh is their tour manager and i will never forgive him for it.

you dont have to watch / listen, but trust me its horrible, but you should know your enemy. maybe i can use that to meet and then stab them all.

i’ll sum them up with their urban dictionary definition [which i did not write, but wish i had]:

1. brokencyde
The act of having a penis inserted into your ear.
1. “Holy shit, my grandma died last night”
“Really? I got brokencyded last night”
“Oh man, I’m so sorry.”

then there the millionaires, i weep for the future.
seriously, im sorry for exposing anyone to this, but just know it’s out there. and apparently some people like it. save
yourselves.

thats all i can take right now.

i offer up a pallette cleanser:

[would anyone get the pun if i linked to a song off of nirvanas bleach album?]

around the time i was thinking that twitter has kind of killed blogging [the past week] i also started [trying to] remember all the web 2.0 style sites i have joined.

heres my profiles on all the ones i can recall:

friendster
myspace
orkut
facebook
livejournal
last.fm
twitter
tumblr [didnt know i had this]
geni
flickr
threadless
imeem
google
youtube

any others you can think of?

damn i need to redesign this page…

foot village has a mixtape on 20jazzfunkgreats. [i had to do this as they never make them downloadable, just stupid flash players…. but i digress.

they also have a new full length out. is good.

also, follow tracy morgans twitter.

now i have to go as my deadbeat roommate forgot his keys for work and i’m a pushover.

things change, things stay the same.

that’s over dramatic indeed, but i jsut uploaded it and some other stuff.

and in doing so realized i have been skimping on the photo snapping.

i just spelled “photo” like this “ohiti” i was not observing the keys.

here, its another sign:

le sigh[n]…

how do you handle the prospect of a promised uncertainty? say things come up that you want to be really excited about, but part of them is knowing that it may not happen? i want to start counting chickens and they could very well end up an omelet…

i waited too long to leave the house tonight, i think i may be stuck here.