i've been cutting up samples, dumping vinyl, and enjoying a couple ice cold glasses of moloko plus here in sinneapolis. i think some cop/informant/narc chick tried setting me up via facebook tonight, so now i'm blocked and wondering what the endgame for me was if i managed to help her go celebrate arbor day. i've had a couple'a conversations with friends who are new/ish (<1yr) fathers and enjoy talking for ~90 mins while the wife and kid are out; wish they could go out for a few beers with me but they gotta stay on budget (c'est la vie) and ohhhh yeah i absolutely murdered some freestyles tonight and got a few ideas for BITCHES & SCRILLA - THE "STRUGGLE" COMING OUT 4/1/13 ON THIRTYSEVEN CAUSTIC DEFENESTRATION COMPANY. i made a self-indulgent trollpost in the csfmb fb group and managed to shine the e-moo signal in under ~25 minutes tonight, not bad.
of course, i'm obsessed and he's better than me cuz i wrote.... all that, and like, you know, if i ever knock off a few rap songs it'll obviously be the product of like 500+ hours of work that cements the fact that <signaturequote> IMU WINS </signaturequote> cuz my atypical ability to take a stupid msgboard beef and turn it into a muse for artistic greatness is obviously mockworthy when compared to the status quo of the average CSFMBer.
oh and ummm i also kind of worked on branding out my twitter game tonight. i think i'm going to avoid the wine and enjoy a few scoops of the leftover morsels from the toll house cookies for tomorrow (seriously, if you don't fuck with toll house cookies i won't fuck with you. they are HOSS) and like, holy shit, if i can mesh together some of the score clips i've got with my radio disney takeover/mix/suite and manage to sync it up with the vintage electro i'm dumping, well slap mah fro and call me jasper T. jenkins, by cracky * horn drop * i'm on to something here.
but most importantly, i'm HERE with ALL OF YOU to hold digital hands together and celebrate another night of living, and in the end, isn't that REALLY what counts?
btw, RPB, with this thread you're tentatively in the lead for the 2013 award for "most mini-ditka-esque post not by mini ditka" -- as always, my vote can and will be bought by the highest bidder. shomer shabbos! * pounds table *
oh and ummmm, in the spirit of oversharing i think i've got a hot date with lea seydoux tonight. i've upped my delusional secret girlfriend game from the hipsteriffic emaciated titless wonder to a french girl who, unlike other starfuckers WHO SHALL REMAIN NAMELESS, aren't above the concepts of REAL ART like lifting up your shirt for an american apparel ad campaign. shomer shabbos shomer shabbos! * two table pounds *
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