magical fairy notes turn sawdust, mildewed
this only affects me but i've got to give you the day's ultimate all vegan, non-KOBE beef...
these new aids = lotsa background noise, wahnkawahnka noises for low frequency consonates (aka every 4 seconds) annnnnd maxed out volumes so that even when my car radio is at FULL volume and on intense bass, i shake like a fish out of water but hear not more than i would if the volume was halved. and that's not even the most obnoxious part; some more "damaging" frequencies have lower maxed out volumes so that my music plays so, conveniently, gorgeously, emm eff ingly. honestly, when i was bumping en mu coche to the awesomely bad KIIS FM and vunderful KROQ stations, today, I couldn't. well, not well. It was like someone was constantly changing the volume on a crazy, unhappily lipoed/ botched up (think terrible plastic surgery or worse yet... a boob job where the nipples become triangle in shape or disappear entirely and scars run through the breasts like a tic-tac-toe grid) sample track (how the eff am i supposed to enjoy listeneing to rihanna for the 14th time, in a row, tonight... not kidding)... and then, of course, to make *sounds* sound even better, that glorious music track would have gotten sliced and diced with phat static . (wanna STOP blanketing and governing my max volumes, PuTaS?) also, all of above = majoorrr confusion --> is the wind talking to me again? shuh-up, wind. i'm done wiff your phat phace. i'm not even kidding. not even a littl.e. okay, maybe a lit'l.
bee tee doble vehhh, yest.'s beef was about how young "add-ults" in LA tend to find it awesome riding bikes fit for ten year olds. don't you realize you look like hoodluma and that i'm scared of you and your my little pony hot glittery pink hot wheelz?!
and...
you'd best never say your major beef of the day/ in life is how LA people (or I) shorten every other most glor word... esp, yest, fab (this is so 80s, though, thus, i think i'll phase it out), comp, prec (precious? alllo?!; also, my fave), delish, AWK and obv are all oftentimes used.
these new aids = lotsa background noise, wahnkawahnka noises for low frequency consonates (aka every 4 seconds) annnnnd maxed out volumes so that even when my car radio is at FULL volume and on intense bass, i shake like a fish out of water but hear not more than i would if the volume was halved. and that's not even the most obnoxious part; some more "damaging" frequencies have lower maxed out volumes so that my music plays so, conveniently, gorgeously, emm eff ingly. honestly, when i was bumping en mu coche to the awesomely bad KIIS FM and vunderful KROQ stations, today, I couldn't. well, not well. It was like someone was constantly changing the volume on a crazy, unhappily lipoed/ botched up (think terrible plastic surgery or worse yet... a boob job where the nipples become triangle in shape or disappear entirely and scars run through the breasts like a tic-tac-toe grid) sample track (how the eff am i supposed to enjoy listeneing to rihanna for the 14th time, in a row, tonight... not kidding)... and then, of course, to make *sounds* sound even better, that glorious music track would have gotten sliced and diced with phat static . (wanna STOP blanketing and governing my max volumes, PuTaS?) also, all of above = majoorrr confusion --> is the wind talking to me again? shuh-up, wind. i'm done wiff your phat phace. i'm not even kidding. not even a littl.e. okay, maybe a lit'l.
bee tee doble vehhh, yest.'s beef was about how young "add-ults" in LA tend to find it awesome riding bikes fit for ten year olds. don't you realize you look like hoodluma and that i'm scared of you and your my little pony hot glittery pink hot wheelz?!
and...
you'd best never say your major beef of the day/ in life is how LA people (or I) shorten every other most glor word... esp, yest, fab (this is so 80s, though, thus, i think i'll phase it out), comp, prec (precious? alllo?!; also, my fave), delish, AWK and obv are all oftentimes used.