Can you drink and rap at the same time?
kevs and I made a rap song tonight, but I'm sorry to say it is sorely lacking in the "quality" department. The name of it is "Where the hell is turbo?!?" ralating to Brent Elliott, and our lack of quality without him around, so I guess it only makes sense that it suck, since making it good would defeat the purpose of the song. Whew boy, it's a real stinker, but we laughed for hours, I'll tell you what.
Apologies are for suckers.... Like me!
I've really fallen behind in the weblog department, but I assure you that it's only because I don;t consider my life fasciniating enough to commit to words. Let's just pretend I had something very interesting to say and it got deleted accidently, alright? Good. THen it's settled.
The real Deal Holyfield
Ok, the news for the week is, Adam and jen found a place to live and it's nice, although a bit dirty. You'd think people trying to rent out a place would clean it up first, but they left that job to Adam and Jen. Erica has had Exams all this week and they've been a pretty big pain but in about 20 hours she'll be totaally done with school for the semester and she and I will be heading out to Florida for a week or so of unbridled relaxation (as though relaxation could be bridled). Before we leave (on Saturday night) I hope to have sent out resumes to NASA, NIST, NEXTEL, and plenty of other places that start with an N, like Nicuaraugua. Wish me luck, I'll need it.
Liner notes
Kevin and I recorded the horrible, but promising, song, in the basement and before we got started I found an albino roach dying on my fourtrack. It was a sign from the heavens, so we made a song. Also, Both Brent and Matt have figured out how to kill virtual Joel, have you?
OK, drunk over.
