There are so many intelligent and articulate people covering the hard-hitting
issues in our country these days, that I felt it was my duty to cover the
rather inconsequential bullshit that tends to make up the vast majority of
our lives. Actually, I'll just be griping a lot which, if you weren't aware,
doubles as a synonym for complaining, and as a descriptor for
a sharp pain in the bowels.

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Chillin' Like a Villian aka It's Cold in this MF

I routinely get songs I am crushin' on hardcore that totally dominate my brain. Well iTunes did me a great service (or perhaps disservice) when it served up this Anya Marina cover of T.I.'s Whatever You Like just now while I was writing. I'm not trying to make breaking news on this one, just making note that I love the shit out of it for the time being (not going to bother going into my other audio obsessions of the moment, but maybe in a subsequent post). Yeah, I'm sitting here blasting that shit into my headphones while wearing this winter hat because it's kind of chilly on the third floor of my favorite joint here. I'd be rockin' those kicks but I don't do open-toed, not in the winter.

Today I had my first experience trying to promote something through Yelp. Yeah, that didn't exactly work. Not only that, the reviews for what I'm trying to promote keep disappearing as I suppose Yelp thinks they are all spammers. We should get a sticker that says either "People Hate Us on Yelp" or, at the least, "People Have Absolutely No Idea Who We Are on Yelp." Whelp, probably not worth yelping about. Woman who yelped wolf when it was a mere whelp. As you can see, for me, there may be no line between poetry and nonsense.

Speaking of promote, I am promoting whatever Ethiopian coffee I am drinking right now to very high on my list. I don't know shit about coffee, but I know I like this. Nice and balanced, not sweet, bitter, or sour, and probably contains all sorts of subtle flavors my Taco Bell, etc. abused palate cannot pick up on.

Shout out to my Chase account for routinely piecing together subtle details in my life. Holla atcha boy if you've got exciting plans for Groundhog Day, we've only got a week, after all. I suggest a celebratory drink if Punxsutawney Phil (PP for short) doesn't see his shadow and a depressing evening of drunken debauchery if he does because six more weeks of Winter would be weak. Actually, whatever.

1 comment:

  1. Are you kidding? I love winter. I wish winter stayed all year. I should move somewhere where (where where?) it's winter all year 'round, 'cause I can't get enough of the cold cold winter. Winter is like my soul, cold (haha). Okay, don't listen to me. I'm nuttier than a squirrel poo.


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