| I hate cats. I get this from my dad. When I was a kid, he would try to hit them with the car when they ran across the road. I used to think he was a bad driver because he could never "get" one.
Anyway, here's more fuel to my fire. You know, the fire of rage that burns within my soul. That one.
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| People will do almost anything to reach the lush paradise of the potato state.
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| Here is what Dan Sack has been waiting for his whole life, the Hip Hop Prayer Book.
From Psalm 23:
The Lord is all that, I need for nothing.
He allows me to chill.
He keeps me from being heated
and allows me to breathe easy.
He guides my life so that
I can represent and give
shouts out in his Name.
And even though I walk through
the Hood of death,
I don't back down
for you have my back.
The fact that you have me covered
allows me to chill.
He provides me with back-up
in front of my player-haters
and I know that I am a baller
and life will be phat.
I fall back in the Lord's crib
for the rest of my life.
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| This is the sweetest idea I've seen in a long time. Definitely post-worthy (like all my other posts).
Also, I've joined the iPod revolution, thanks to the generosity of the folks (Ana's and mine). This is, of course, in direct violation of my longstanding bias against digital devices of this sort. But I figured I already gave up my right to any anti-technology snobbery when I got a cellphone and subsequently became attached to it, so what's a little iPod? Anyway, so far I'm having a lot of fun hearing random bits of really terrible post-punk that have been buried on my hardrive for years. Also, former faves and current guilty pleasures like Bush.
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