It is 1:20 AM Pacific Standard Time. I am listening to "Let Me Borrow That Top" by Kelly and I will continue to listen to it on repeat until I a) go insane or b) finish writing a blog entry.
"Fuck you! Fuck you fat bitch! You're a fact fucking bitch because you won't let me borrow that fucking top! Bitch...bitch" oh shit I must have fucked up the repeat because "Because of You" by Kelly Clarkson started playing.
Ok, I fixed it.
Anyway, just finished watching "City of God" with Adam, Owen, and Yager. I'm trying to think of something not too "hippy" to write to sum up my feelings about that movie but the only thing in my head is "That's such a cute top. That's a cute top. I wanna borrow it."
I don't think I can do this. I'm only on listen number three and I already kind of want to throw my computer off the balcony. I figured out how to set it so it just repeats one song. I kind of feel like that kid in lost, you know that boyfriend of Alex, the semi-cute semi horse-looking daughter of Ben, that was tied down in a room forced to listen to horrible music and look at strange pictures a la Clockwork Orange.
Jesus Christ it never ends. Listen number four. This is weak though if I really want to go insane I should listen to this song for at least 24 hours. You really need to download this song to appreciate it. My thighs are sweating slightly. My room is a dump. the only thing it really has going for it is the Seth Cohen poster. Most of the room is devoted to a small nest of dirty clothes, golf clubs, and an orange sherbet colored chair that I took from Hall Health.
I have a single bed.
Song of the Day: Daniel by Elton John
Like of the Day: oh god this has to stop, i'm so close, it just started playing for a sixth time. Like of the Day is dsfadjskfdasjklf;dslfkaj
Hate of the Day: "Aren't we friends. Aren't we friends. So...what's the problem? Let me borrow that top."
Friday, June 29, 2007
Thursday, June 7, 2007
Shit I Hella Like and Shit I Hella Hate (Part 2)
Have you guys heard that one song where the chorus goes "Let's get it started in here...let's get it started in here?" I think it's by the Black Eyed Peas or something. It's pretty catchy right? Yea, I know, it's pretty good. However, I was looking for it the other day on the radio and just couldn't find it, no matter where I looked. It was the damndest thing. Wait.... hold on a second. Shit! Yea, I almost forgot. I'm so silly. I actually did find it on one station. And, oh wait! Yea... I'm starting to remember now... they played it 7 times in a row. The station was Movin' 92.5. And, oh wait, that song is fucking terrible. I mean like, having to move to Renton terrible.
Which brings me to my first thing I hella hate in this second installment of "Shit I Hella Like and Shit I Hella Hate": Movin' 92.5, and the Black Eye Peas.
I hella hate the Black Eyed Peas. They were decent way back in the day. And I when I say back in the day, I mean WAY back in the day, like before they even started playing music. Before they were even a group. That's when their music was somewhat tolerable. And now listen to them. Have you heard that song set to the theme track from "Pulp Fiction?" Of course you have, asshole, because you listen to 92.5, the station where they once played it on repeat for 5 straight hours. That song redefines the word "awful." The only people that actually like it are soccer moms in their young 30's who blare it in their Ford Windstars as they cart their kiddies off to the next soccer match on Mercer Island. I'm referring to the kind of soccer mom that got pregnate when she was 19 after she drank too much at a kegger in Pullman. She loves that song, becasue it is "hip." She loves being "hip."
I hella like Busch tall cans. I feel like this one is pretty self-explanatory.
I hella hate that I have to take a class this summer. It made graduation so bittersweet today. Sweet because I was sitting next to Andy Bunker and thinking about fondling his inner thighs, bitter because it was 27 degrees out, raining sideways, and I had to pee every 4 minutes.
I hella like the song "Summer Girl," by Beck.
That's all for Part 2, I mostly just wanted to express how much I hate Movin' 92.5 and the Black Eyed Peas.
Happy Graduation!
-Boosh Clown
Song of the Day: Free Ride by The Edgar Winter Group
Which brings me to my first thing I hella hate in this second installment of "Shit I Hella Like and Shit I Hella Hate": Movin' 92.5, and the Black Eye Peas.
I hella hate the Black Eyed Peas. They were decent way back in the day. And I when I say back in the day, I mean WAY back in the day, like before they even started playing music. Before they were even a group. That's when their music was somewhat tolerable. And now listen to them. Have you heard that song set to the theme track from "Pulp Fiction?" Of course you have, asshole, because you listen to 92.5, the station where they once played it on repeat for 5 straight hours. That song redefines the word "awful." The only people that actually like it are soccer moms in their young 30's who blare it in their Ford Windstars as they cart their kiddies off to the next soccer match on Mercer Island. I'm referring to the kind of soccer mom that got pregnate when she was 19 after she drank too much at a kegger in Pullman. She loves that song, becasue it is "hip." She loves being "hip."
I hella like Busch tall cans. I feel like this one is pretty self-explanatory.
I hella hate that I have to take a class this summer. It made graduation so bittersweet today. Sweet because I was sitting next to Andy Bunker and thinking about fondling his inner thighs, bitter because it was 27 degrees out, raining sideways, and I had to pee every 4 minutes.
I hella like the song "Summer Girl," by Beck.
That's all for Part 2, I mostly just wanted to express how much I hate Movin' 92.5 and the Black Eyed Peas.
Happy Graduation!
-Boosh Clown
Song of the Day: Free Ride by The Edgar Winter Group
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