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It's seven in the morning and I'm updating my fucking livejournal. What possessed me to wake up at this hour is beyond me. I woke up because I had a huge urge to listen to Thriller... why this is, I cannot tell at present. Well I listened to that, had a few cheese balls, and a coke. Then, despite his criminal record, Michael Jackson began to seem too soft-core. So I found my old Eminem cd..ha... Mayhaps it has something to do with the hour that I listened to it, but I really connected with the rantings of Mr. Shady. Maybe it's because of my lack of respect for a vast amount of members in my gender. Maybe its because he's a rapper whose words I can actually discern because they do not contain indecipherable ebonics. Whatever it is. I'm feeling pretty deep and thought I'd share my pitiful musings with all.
Ps. Everyone should see ( or buy a ticket for shrek 2 and then sneak into) Harold and Kumar go to whitecastle. If not for the Heart song with excellent guitar solo, then see it for an indian guy have sex with a big bag of maryjane. It's reccommended.
my spelling and grammar is awful this early
ha, i said maryjane.
that box sure is roomy.heh.
Ps. Everyone should see ( or buy a ticket for shrek 2 and then sneak into) Harold and Kumar go to whitecastle. If not for the Heart song with excellent guitar solo, then see it for an indian guy have sex with a big bag of maryjane. It's reccommended.
my spelling and grammar is awful this early
ha, i said maryjane.
that box sure is roomy.heh.