pissing the day away

i woke up this morning at 9, when Sarah called me, and have been up ever since. it's 5:43pm and i haven't taken a shower. i haven't gone outside. all i've had to eat was some cinnamon graham crackers and peanut butter for breakfast and white cheddar popcorn for lunch. what's kept me preoccupied all day long...well, it may be more of a "what the hell did you do with your day"...you ask?

one word: iPod.

it took me forever to figure out why i wasn't able to download iTunes onto my computer, so that took a hot minute. then came the music. on various hard drives i, easily, have 40 gigs of music. anything you can imagine, i have. some of it's my own. some if it's stuff that other people have downloaded. a good amount of it i have out of sheer laziness. i go through these phases and am too lazy to redownload stuff, so i just keep it. i think if it was on the radio in the 80's, i have it.

i have shit i don't even like. i have everything from bluegrass to classical. plus, just in the last few years, living up here, i've gotten into a lot of indie bands. the thing about indie music is that everyone has a fucking band. that's all well and good for the little man to get a shot, but shit it takes up space. it also takes me a minute to get into certain groups. for instance, i've had Built to Spill for about a year. it wasn't until a couple of months ago that i really got into them. when i first heard them, i wasn't digging it. now? now, i have 4 albums and counting. i'm ravenous with it. which brings up another suck part of indie groups, since they've been around and underground forever, they have a shit load of albums. my god. Death Cab alone has about 6. so, i not only have to have the current music, but there's a backlog to delve into.

so, 3.9 Gb and 900 songs later, i still haven't put on my 80's shit or most of hip-hop or classical. 900 songs is just the beginning. how cool is the fall going to be laying on a blanket, sun worshipping with a cool breeze washing over me, and listening to every album A-Ha ever made?

i'm never going to have to pack another CD again!

all of this and we haven't even begun the dvd route.

nice.

29

it turns out that turning 29 has been very uneventful.

well, that's not fair, my family fucking represented! my dad called, of course. my aunt emailed. both my mom and uncle sang extended version of "happy birthday" to me. Darryl did a more tradional one, while my mom work out a scat remix. Zaina called. Aasim left a message on MySpace, as did my nephews. Atief, oh Atief, Niefy bought me a fucking iPod. 30 fucking gigs of whatever my heart desires. this shit's gonna come in real handy in Europe, because --lawd-a mercy--my father can talk. excellent. i just got it today. that's what's up. so, the fam was solid.

my friends, however, were a little less than forthcoming with the birthday wishes. i still haven't talked to Massandje. i didn't end up going to NYC or doing much of anything, really, because no one could make plans because she never called me back. i know she's working a lot and everything, but damn. so, my plans were thwarted on account of that. Denise didn't call. i did talk to her a few days before...and truth be told, i'm not to hurt. after my little trip home, i'm still a bit burnt out on her. i think the biggest disappointment was another friend of mine. i realize he's intentionally M.I.A., but it just really sucked. i miss him and, understandable, don't talk to him as much as i used to and i was hoping he'd peek his head for just a second for me. such was not the case. i can't say that i'm surprised, but i am sad.

enough about the blughs, though. i did have a number of friendly good looks. Cathy called and left the cutest message with her gang of kids saying hi. it was kinda long, because the 2 yr olds needed a little coaxing. Sarah-phim emailed. Siri called. Marco, of course, came through and is even working out a party for me next week. hell, even Ryan called, and he got my birthday from MySpace. the one person that made it all the more fun: Cuz. that's why Erica's my cuz. she convinced me to come down to the Elm and hang out with her. i did. it was a good look. it was really nice to have some concentrated time with her, too. i went down Sat. night and we went to this cute little place called Chow and had dinner, had a couple of glasses of wine, and listened to live music. then, we walked around for awhile and clucked on people at the "i'm so drunk" bars. sometime around 11pm, we made a fat-girl run to Walgreens for some ice cream and hung out watching movies and acting a fool. the next morning we went to brunch and shopped a bit.

it was really nice. i haven't hung out with Cuz like that in forever. so, it wasn't that my birthday was a bust. aside from not being true, it would be disprespectful to the love Cuz showed me. it just wasn't my crew and the drunken clubbing in NYC i've grown acustomed to. then again, a little change of pace never hurt nobody.

i am, however, cashing in for next year. when i turn 30, the whole world better represent.

i was reading this aritcle and the best part was, aside from the constipated look on his face, was the "Filed Under" part. excellent.

blugh. as though hip-hop doesn't have enough problems.

K-Fed to Die in 2032

Posted Sep 18th 2006 7:23PM by TMZ Staff
Filed under: Train Wrecks, Music, Britney and Kevin

destination spotlight

Hartford
The unattractive modern capital of Connecticut, HARTFORD , on the Connecticut River, is also the insurance center of the United States. Its central gold-domed state capitol , sitting on a hill in Bushnell Park, houses a small museum of ….

what a strange way to promote a city. not that it's not true, it's just curious.

sleepy baby

i came home from work around 5pm and was really tired. i was up until 3am and was up by 7am, so i wasn't working off of a lot of sleep. so, i get home and decided to take a nap. that was around 6pm. i figured i'd sleep for a couple of hours and then get up and make dinner and do laundry.

right. my ass woke up at 1:30am. ain't that some shit? i was smooth knocked the fuck out for 7.5 hours. i didn't take a nap. i took my ass to bed. the bad thing is that it's a quarter to 4 and i'm yawning and about to get back in bed. actually, as i was sitting down to write this blog, i looked longingly over at my bed. it's not just that it's an amazingly comfortable bed. although i must confess, my friend has the most comfortable bed i've ever slept on. mine is pretty damn close, though. the way it looks right now is beckoning me to return. my pillows are at just the right position and the covers are thrown back in a way that one motion will perfectly coat my body in fluffy warmth.

the beautiful thing is that i don't have to be at work until 11am. so, i can sleep another 6 hours. man, i had no idea i was so tired. isn't that funny? how do you not know? i knew i could "go for a nap," but i had no clue i'd pass out like that. it reminds me of Vegas. i tend to fight sleep like a toddler. i don't know why, i just do. whenever i get like this and i'm thinking, "i'm not really tired," i hear his voice saying, "yes. you are." at the time, i would protest. then, of course, as soon as the lights were off, i'd pass the fuck out. tonight, however is not that kind of night. i openly admit that i could easily sleep another 10 hours. i'm just beat. on that note, i bid you goodnight...or morning, as it were.

twilight zone

me: do you know which rapper i turn off as soon as i hear his voice?

atief: who? no, wait, let me guess. ah, there are just so many who fit that profile. nelly. paul wall. lil' wayne.

me: he's well established. i mean, well established.

atief: ll cool j?

me: nah. he's more r&b now. he used to be rap, but he killed that shit.

atief: um....

me: i'll throw you two life lines. you can either pick a coast or a movie.

atief: a coast.

me: west.

atief: [laughing] oooh, yea.

me: the movie was Soul Plane.

atief: [laughing]

me: everytime i hear him, i'm like, "he ain't talking about nothing."

atief: i know! and he's so corny. he's a corny pimp.

me: he fucking "crackerized" pimpin'.

atief: i mean, does he ever leave the players ball? it's like a twilight zone episode.

me: [laugh] he walks out the door and into another party. you have now entered...the Negro Zone.

atief:" s-n-double o- p can't leave."

me: [raucous laughter]

atief: "i'm trappedizzle in this spizzle."

Hilton has a new slogan: "Travel should take you places."

what a stupid line. of course travel takes me places or else i'd be at fucking home. besides, it's not like Hilton has anything to do with my mobility. they just need to be wherever i go. that's like Burger King coming out with, "Eating makes you full." that's not advertising. that's a statement of fact.

for your viewing pleasure

enjoy.

who dat is?

dat's just my baby's daddy.

ah, nothing like flagarant lack of self respect and materialism to inspire a screeching, writhing shit for a song. blugh.