Brown Skin Lady.
Saturday, May 31, 2003
Random Thoughts. Andycat in full effect.
Your whole character's foul. Which one? PAYBACK. Friday wrath.
I almost fell to the floor at work today when I heard Black Thought's voice playing over the speakers. Funk in the trunk, yo. My heart rate falls to the likes of a well-conditioned athlete when I hear the beat drop. Perma-grin sets in. And like my man Aceyalone ain't no stressy-stress.
Word of the day: Juxtapose. To place side by side especially for comparison or contrast. I'm struck by the juxtaposition of unexpected combinations of word resulting in clever wordplay. Yup, I'm blunted on reality.
This just in: 10 points + 10 rebounds + 5 assists + 5 steals = Triple-Double. I didn't know that.
Background blog music: Twice Inna Lifetime. Don't sleep on this lyrical genius: I'm lightin shit up like phosphorous/ step to me in my prime like optimus...transformin...from rookie to veteran. DAAAAAAAM!
Humbleness. That's Asian. Saying fuck it and not giving a shit about what people say. That's gangsta.
Damn writer's block. It's been going on for about a week now. Any suggestions on getting over it?
5 things I love about women:
Breasts.
Dimpled smiles.
The way she smells and tastes.
Thongs.
Breasts.
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Damn, its 2:30 AM. Goodnight. PEACE.
andycat stayed in the red at 2:36 AM
Wednesday, May 28, 2003
A lady came through the drive-thru today in a Suburban. She looked somewhat gothic. Jet black hair, tattooed eyebrows that made her look like an evil cartoon character, lips injected with silicone, and a left booby bigger than my head. She had to be at least 45. And either she was a mom or a very old babysitter because little Timmy and little Katelyn were in the backseat sippin on their vanilla creme crackacinos. All the while she's holding up the line, complaining about her cappacino is to wet, how Starbucks never gets her orders correct, and how she's going to open up a coffee shop of her own.
Fine. Complain. I'm used to it. Now feel the wrath.
Now it's one thing to manipulate your appearance when your single, in your twenties, and trying to sell yourself to Mr. Right...it's another to do it when you're in your 40's with kids old enough to formulate their own opinions. Lady, what kind of message are you sending to your daughter? That's a self-consious/ anorexic/ insecure teenage girl in about 5 years. Really disheartening what Cosmopolitan, Botox, and the Atkins Diet has done to the female ego.
And what about the dynamics of this particular mother-daughter relationship? Just conjecture, but here's a mom who's probably one helluva competitive parent. I myself have a competive mother at the throats of my older sisters. The need to make someone feel inadequate in order to feel adequate oneself rapidly evolves into out-and-out competition. As your daughter progresses through adolescense and adulthood she becomes more beautiful, more mature, more competent, while the mother feels more and more inferior. She has to keep up the pressure with a constant barrage of demeaning remarks to defend against this threat.
Gothic lady probably goes to pick up little Susie from school at 3 o'clock, and instead of talking to her kid (i.e., how was your day?, what did you learn today?) like a competent mom would, she's probably telling little Susie how gawdawful all the other mom's look in comparison to the likes of "your mother that cares about her appearance." And what's even worse is later on in life, she'll be competing with her own daughter.
BITCH, SHUTDAFUCCUP.
andycat stayed in the red at 7:40 PM
Saturday, May 24, 2003
RAISIN BRAN APPRECIATION POST
The bran flake. A wonder food. Natural whole goodness. Combine it with some plump, juicy, naturally sweet raisins and you got yourself a meal. If its late at night, and I'm getting the hunger bug, I just fire me up a bowl of raisin bran and bananas. During health craze '01, I was on a diet of raisin bran, oatmeal, bananas, and prunes. (Cue in Dr Dre.'s XXXplosive). O my god. How bout some Gas-X with your fiber there, Andy?
I love raisin bran. POST, KELLOGG, GENERAL MILLS, ALBERTSON'S, don't matter the brand. I'm raisin bran a connosieur if you will. Post has nut covered raisins, while Kellogg's stays crispier in milk. But who has the better slogan?
Post: "The best a bran flake can be".
Kellogg: "Natural whole goodness with high fiber wheat bran."
Would you rather be the best bran flake you could be, or in high in fiber? There's a thinker.
andycat stayed in the red at 9:47 AM
You're about to feel the wrath of my madness.
andycat stayed in the red at 12:01 AM
Thursday, May 22, 2003
Let's talk multi-tasking.
I'm writing an e-mail, typing this blog, and surfing the internet all at the same time. No big deal right?
But I wish yall could see me right now.
I'm naked cuz its 95 degrees out here in the Land of Up. And I'm taking a dump right now.
Wireless, rules.
andycat stayed in the red at 2:59 PM
Tuesday, May 20, 2003
I think for the most part, the women is a beautiful specimen. And I'll be the first to admit that women have it difficult in the area of physical presentation. I appreciate it when women take the time to look nice for their men, but sometimes manipulating your appearance can go overboard. And women, you just end up playin yourself. Take heed:
Eyebrows that resemble McDonalds Arches.
Dr. Evil Eyebrows (in other words, no eyebrows at all)
Gothic eye makeup.
Rotating Color Contacts in accordance with ROY G BIV.
Lipstick that makes you look like you just ate a tub of crisco.
Caked on foundation which could build up underneath my fingernails if I scratched your face.
Caked on blush which leaves residue on my shirt if you were to put your head on my shoulder .
Juicy Hair a la Eriq LaSalle in Coming to America.
Unaboobage.
Excessive Piercings.
Trendy to not be trendy fashion.
Plastic Body Parts.
I know there's more too.
andycat stayed in the red at 3:17 PM
Monday, May 19, 2003
I'm on a natural high right now.
Could be the weather. -- Weather.com's 10-day forecast indicates temperatures in the low 80's with no clouds in sight. Upland in the low 80's isn't quite as radiant as Santa Barbara in the low 80's but I really can't complain. I believe sunlight is a vital nutrient which increases my seratonin levels thus improving my mood, biorhythms, sleep patterns, body temperature, and sex drive. Sex Drive? Yes, I like it with the lights on. Allows me to see what I'm doing and who I'm doing it too. But Andy, what if she's busted? Well, we have Grey Goose and light switches for a reason.
Could be the workout. -- Did a little circuit training today. I'd choose Cardio over Weights any day of the week. Did it all today too; Stretching, Jogging, Sprinting, Pushups, Situps, Dips, complete with the protein shake. True athletism manifests itself on the playground and the kitchen, not the weight room. A good workout makes me want to dedicate my life to bench press, arm curls, fartleks, spinning class, boxing, swimming, apples, chicken breasts, brown rice, and water. Get over yourself man. Nuff ego trippin. Chill for a minute and sip on a Sam.
Could be the corny-ass ladies of hip-hop music I'm listening too right now. I can't really explain it but sometimes ignorant lines like "Throw your hands in the air/ Let me hear you say oh yeah" kinda makes sense. Others ignorant lines that I'm feelin from the jams on the current playlist:
Lil' Kim -- Crush On You (You know I like the way you fila/ sip my tequila)
Faith Evans -- All Night Long (We can dance, dance, dance/ clap your hands, hands, hands)
MC Lyte -- Cold Rock a Party (I rock the party that rocks the body/ YOU rock the party that rocks the body). Can't be greedy when the song was produced by none other than the cat that just wanted to make you dance, Puff Diggity.
Yes I do like artists that sell more than six records. Word to yo mutha.
andycat stayed in the red at 8:32 PM
Sunday, May 18, 2003
Let's just try to have a good attitude about things. Really, all I can rely on is positivity or the depression will consume me. Deep breaths, smiles, simple thoughts -- i.e., bbq's w/ friends, the lakers, alternative hiphop, raisin bran, bananas, peanut butter, green onions, etc.
Woke up this sunday morning not having to work. I was laying in bed and thinking to myself, "How should I spend my morning?" Shower, eat a bowl of raisin bran with bananas, drink a cup of coffee, pop some alka-seltzer, read the front page, go for a swim. Sounds like a relaxing plan. Only to walk outside my bedroom to the high pitch accent of my mother's voice bitching about something to my father. I really feel sorry for my father. Sunday is his day off and I know he just wants to spend his free time gardening, reading the paper, or visiting the gramps. Instead he has to listen to the moms complain about how some girl that works at the salon treats the customers poorly. At the same time, mom is running around prepping for dinner tonight. That's right, tonight. As in 10 hours from now. And all she doing is complaining about how hard she works, and working all day, she comes home to clean the house and make dinner.
Complainers. Whiners. Bitchers. Why did you make the decision to open the salon, if all you're going to do is complain? It's not even complaining either. It's gloating in the form of complaining. She just wants to make it known that she wakes up at 6AM, goes to the gym, gives facials all day, and comes home to clean and make dinner. Ok, already. We know you are tenacious. Now, get over yourself.
Mood = Incensed.
andycat stayed in the red at 9:34 AM
Thursday, May 15, 2003
My father is a short man. He's somewhat stalky, fairly muscular, and balding. He calls me daily, usually to run some errand. He addresses me, "Ay, Endee". And it's not only the fobby accent that I find annoying (Asian Languages have never been classified as "Romantic"), it's that he combines western slang -- 'Ay' -- while addressing me with his sharp accent. At the same time, I find it extremely endearing that he has adopted western slang into his vocabulary and chooses to practice his acclimated vernacular with his New Jersey born and University of California educated son.
My mother? She feeds me. Food = Love. So I know she loves me. Just kind of hard sometimes for me to ascertain that food manifests love. I use the word manifest alot. I love that word. She asked me the other day, "Why you like a rap?" That's right, she made a whole genre of music a singular term.
andycat stayed in the red at 11:09 PM
Wednesday, May 14, 2003
T-SHIRT AND JEANS APPRECIATION POST.
I think if you were to think of the name Andy Doan, a mental image of a short asian dude with spiky hair rockin an extra medium hanes t-shirt, dark blasted jeans, and brown boots would appear in your head. Yeah I know, pretty standard uniform, kinda like a cartoon character who has the same outfit every episode -- Homer Simpson if you will. And the funny thing is, I've been wearing the same outfit for the past 10 years. I remember the first time walking into Miller's Outpost at 12 years old and being immediately drawn to the Pocket T-shirt section. I asked my dad to buy me a black, grey, and white t-shirt. Then I went over to the jeans section and chose out a pair of extra baggy jeans. Monumental moments in my life where I was wearing t-shirt and jeans:
- Touching my first pair of breasts at 14 (Allison Hong -- she was little freak. Reached inside my t-shirt -- and started feeling me up.)
- Losing my virginity at 15 (yes, I still had my t-shirts and jeans on)
- Getting my driver's license at 16 (picture on my license has me wearing a grey t-shirt)
- Getting Pistol Whipped at 17 (yes, I'm still suffering from Post Traumatic Syndrome; not from the actual robbery, but because my favorite jeans got blood stains on them)
- Getting drunk for the first time at UCSB at 18 (I fell into that little ravine off the bike path near FT, and got my t-shirt dirty)
- Breaking up with my first love, Tricia at 19 ( "Andy, I'm miss you soooooo much. I miss the way you smell. I miss the way you taste. I miss your t-shirt and jeans." )
- Becoming super health-conscious at 21 (I lost 35 pounds, had a new body, and bought t-shirt and jeans that were actually fitted)
- Graduating College at 22 (Okay, I was wearing a button up shirt and slacks underneath my gown, but only after my mom told me to change out of my t-shirt and jeans)
I look in the mirror and tell myself, "You're an alrite looking dude." I'm usually wearing t-shirt and jeans. I yearn for my t-shirt, jeans, and boots. I love that word. Yearn. HA!
My appearance is head cocked, throw back, air force, no socks/ braided up, t-shirt, jeans, jordans, and a bubble watch. -- Lil' Bow Wow
Yup, that makes Lil' Bow Wow and MA$E on two consecutive days. Time to buy myself a functional CD player.
andycat stayed in the red at 9:11 AM
Tuesday, May 13, 2003
I've heard some funky beats involving various modes of sound in my time -- Water Faucets, Xylophones, Middle Eastern, Spaceships, Gunshots, Ninja Tunes, Flutes, Horns, among others. But how fresh is this steel drum beat on 50's P.I.M.P.?
Went to the knitting factory this past Saturday and witnessed the b-girls gettin their groove on. DAAAAAM! A girl that rocks headgear? -- that's my steez. And if she's a sweetheart that's down to earth too? Man, I'm sold. You meet 1-2 girls like this a year, if you're lucky...jump on that opportunity.
Love a ghetto ho/ I know she die for me -- MA$E.
Oh god, I just quoted MA$E. Can't believe I took it there.
andycat stayed in the red at 12:53 AM
Monday, May 12, 2003
Much respect to those professionals out there making scrilla, (C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dolla dolla bill y'all), while simultaneously not allowing their fortunes to manifest an elitist mentality. My buddy Luc is a financial advisor, a diligent professional, an integral man with morals. But most importantly, here's a guy who I can count on to joke with over a Carne Asada burrito at Alberto's. "I'm just trying to make a dollar out of fifteen cents".
Current percentage breakdown of my mind-set:
30%: Friends/ Family
40%: Professional Life
20%: Health/ Fitness
10%: Pop Culture
How accurate that is, I'm not quite sure --- as the complexities of my multifarious rationale resemble a sine graph. So what's occupying my mind this very second? Friends. I think the majority of people enjoy lists so here's a list of of the labyrinth of a social network I have followed by one-word adjectives to descirbe that respective person:
Connor -- Articulate
Dave -- Steadfast
Chad -- Jocular
Carlos -- Keen
Matt -- Cutthroat
Dhaven -- Solid
Bret -- Abstract (T-R-A-C-T is the MC)
Jason -- Altruistic
Cicely -- Delightful
Benji -- Cognitive
Will -- Type Ill
Luc -- Intense
Leah -- Spunky
Ann -- Free-spirited
Melissa -- Warm
Jenn Crawford -- Provocative
Anamaria -- Unorthodox
Kelly -- Curvy
Ryann -- Eccentric
Vince -- Funky, funky for you.
Whoa, that was fun! We're talking about people with some quality qualities. I really do admire the idiosyncracies of all my friends.
andycat stayed in the red at 10:56 AM
Been taking my medication at night, and waking up feeling pretty damn good about myself. But the high lasts for about two hours before it's back to my expression-less stoic demeanor. Think my mind is playing tricks on me. There's not much stimulation going on in the brain of mine as I've just been going through the motions...Wake up, go teach some children, work out, go make coffee, go to sleep. I did however manage to go on a cleaning frenzy from washing my car, to dusting my room, and doing my laundry. You really do feel good about yourself after getting organized. But I'm just not really feeling clever or thinking profoundly at the moment.
Wonder if some political jargon would get me going. Some mind sex would do me good. I'm gonna start crackin on this autobiography of Malcom X sitting here on my desk. I'm an African! An African! (Dead Prez references).
I'm building on the science that De La dropped/ that means I might blow up/ but I won't go pop.
andycat stayed in the red at 1:25 AM
Saturday, May 10, 2003
Cypress Hill Appreciation Post
What to say about west coast hip-hop?....There's definitely some solid MC's out there -- Xzibit, Kurput, WC, among others. You got the underground -- LA Symphony, Visonaries, LMNO, Freestyle Fellowship, Dilated. Quality lyricism, sinister beats, innovative turntablism. But out of that list, I gotta give it up to the Phunky Feel Ones themselves, Cypress Hill. True, west coast g-funk in the early nineties was about pullin out that gat. But instead of just jackin your moms like most west coasts rappers out there, B-real told you that there was "Hummin/ Cummin at'cha" before he was gonna "gat'cha". Clever. Would the Alkaholics even have existed if it weren't for the likes of the sticky-icky B-Real and SenDog? Would marijuana even be glorified as much as it was in the mid-90's if weren't for Cypress Hill? Where would the state of Latin Hip Hop be today without the influence of 'Lingo'. (All questions are rhetorical by the way).
Enjoy it like a six-pack.
andycat stayed in the red at 8:59 PM
Friday, May 09, 2003
All I have are random thoughts. I've been feeling extremely scattered-brained for the past few days. Moods are swinging like a sine graph. Here goes:
Laundry takes 4 steps -- 1) Wash 2) Dry 3) Fold 4) Put Away. Why does #4 seem like the most tedious task?
Timbaland and Jermaine Dupri. Two producers I gotta give it up too. JD will put out that beat every now and then where your just like DAAAAM. Alicia Keys -- Girlfriend. Jagged Edge -- Where the Party At? Da Brat -- Funkdafied. And Timbaland's always on some truly weird shit. Knight Rider loop is fuego. Bird, bird, bird, the birds the word.
Tecmo Bowl. Raiders -- Up + A. Formation: Split Back. Play: Half-Back swing to Video Bo Jackson with Video Marcus Allen blocking.
Parallels: Mighty Infamous: Leaders of the New School. Mighty Mouse: Damon Stoudamire. Mighty Mos: Black Star.
Anti-depressants fuck up your libido.
I think every two weeks every person needs a "My" Day. Get my hair did. Do my laundy. Wash my car. Trim my pubes. Suck my...oops.
Hardest song of all time: Its a toss up between Dre/Cube -- Natural Born Killaz and Mobb Deep -- Shook Ones. I mean which lines is more intimating? 1) You gotta problem/ I gotta problem solver/ and it's name is revolver. 2) Your crew is featherweight/ My gunshots will make you levitate.
They call it community college cuz everybody in the community can attend. Lovaz, hataz, playaz, hustlaz, slangaz, baristaz.
More Parallels: '03 Lakers: '91 Pistons. Slope: Avg. Rate of Change. Salsa: Fresca
Whatever happened to Tevin Campbell? He seriously had some jamz....Can we talk for a minute, girl I want to know your name.
In 5 years, we'll see an E! True Hollywood Story about Missy Elliot's anorexia and addiction to phen-fen.
Saw X2: X-men united last nite. I was thoroughly entertained. Nightcrawler is on some type ill shit. Stan Lee, the mind behind X-men, is a creative genius with one hell of an imagination.
I tell you what's worst then an insecure woman. An insecure man -- "How come you don't like me Andy?" "Why don't you think you'll have fun with me Andy?" "Are you not trying to have a relationship with me Andy?" "You were unapologetic for not showing up at my birthday party Andy." Oh god, I'm related to both types.
Is it possible to dislike a person who have toothy smiles? People with toothy smiles: Kenny Smith. Brittany Murphy. Jennifer Love Hewitt. Mos Def. Charlie 2na. Bizzy-B.
Baby girl, you know my situation/ and I know sometimes you get impatient. F-A, B-O...O god, shut up already.
You need to stop reading this and read L.A. Times Page Two Columnist, T.J. Simers. Very clever man----------->Say word!
andycat stayed in the red at 12:28 PM
Tuesday, May 06, 2003
Anybody hear about this Colorado Hiker who had an 800lb boulder fall on his arm while he was hiking? His arm was stuck under this boulder for 5 days and get this, he gave himself 5 options:
1) Wait until someone discovers him and rescues him
2) Push the boulder off with all the strength he could muster
3) Chip at the boulder slowly with all his hiking gear
4) Amputate his own arm with his pocket knife in order to free himself
5) Die
Yeah man, there's a situation with some limited options. So after telling himself that option 5 was out of the question (Remember Apollo 13? "FAILURE IS NOT AN OPTION" -- That get's me juiced everytime), and trying the first three options, he was left with #4. And he did it. But he didn't stop there...he hikes back down and walks into the local ER on his own. YOWZAS! What a WARRIOR. And to think, I have friends, *cough* *connor* *cough*, who are scared of the dark. I say screw my pretty boy friends, I need more friends like this guy. Probably teach me how to be a real MAN.
This story got me so riled up that I performed a nail trephination on my subungual hematoma. WHAT? Translation: A blood clot formed underneath my toenail after I jammed my toe playing b-ball this past weekend. I needed to drill a whole into the nail to drain the blood and relieve the pressure. So I thought to myself, "What would the Colorado Warrior do in this situation? Come to think of it, what would Matt Costello do in this situation?" Screw the ER, I'm drilling myself. Lit a paper clip until it was white hot and began what could possibly a potentially self-inflicted wound.
(Remember Rocky 3 when the interviewer asks Mr. T, "What do you predict for this fight?" Mr. T's response: PAIN).
But the paper clip would cool down, and then I'd have to reheat it and start all over again. After ten minutes, it started getting old. That's when I broke out the Black and Decker Power Drill. So the drill went into the nail a little further then necessary, and there was an instant of pain. But I tell you, when I see my own blood oozing out of my own body by a wound I created out of choice...kinda gives me an adrenaline rush.
Scared yet? I would be too if I were you. Sleep with one eye open.
andycat stayed in the red at 11:38 PM
Some of my favorite groups: Main Source/ Large Pro, Tribe, Gangstarr, De La, Pete Rock & CL Smooth...among others.
That list should tell you I'm a true school head...but really, I ain't gon front. Color Me Badd -- I wanna sex you up. I mean they ain't so badd now, but this was who I was listnening to during the "Golden Age of Hip-Hop". A typical summer afternoon in 1991 of 12-year-old Andy had me in line at Wherehouse with De La Soul is Dead in hand, an Ugly Kid Joe cassingle, and a pack of $2.15 Skybox praying for a David Robinson/ Derrick Coleman Rookie. Good Times. If I actually knew how to spin, I'd throw in I wanna sex you up in my set. That song just screams 'Moist Tenderloinies'.
(Ed. Note: Some info of this blog was stolen from another source. I can't remember where though.)
andycat stayed in the red at 9:57 AM
Monday, May 05, 2003
Coincidence???? I think not.
Everybody's got there own personal favorite channels they go through first when channel surfing. Same goes for web surfing.
TV channels:
1. KTLA -- I hit 0-5 on the remote first thing in the morning. I would like to tell you that I go for the morning news, weather, traffic, and stock quotes. But really I'm just checking out Sharon Tay.
2. ESPN -- Gotta see what the scores are and what clever things ESPN anchors have to say.
3. MTV -- Or should we call it LaLaTV? Homegirl is on every second. Not in a bad way, though. She's growing on me.
4. FOX SPORTS NET -- Michael Irvin has some nostrils. Or as Chris Rock would say, Nostraaaaals.
5. Default Station: FOOD NETWORK. If nothing else is on, this is the station. Rachel Ray would be cute if she ran. Ran for what you ask? No, just ran. Past tense of run.
Websites:
1. Yahoo!
2. espn.com
3. mtv.com
4. andycat.blogspot.com
5. foodtv.com
Eerie, I tell you. Mad eerie. ( I bet nobody has ever combined the urban term 'mad' with the 8th grade vocab word 'eerie'. Fusion, yo.) 3 of the 5 are just the network's website. Yahoo and KTLA are source for news. So that makes 4/5 channels similar. Hmmmmm...coincidence???? Just a theory but I think your brain and fingers work together when dealing with sources of media. That is, both television and internet (both sources of media) are controlled by remote control and keyboard (both devices that require use of fingers.) Neuro-metacarpal cognizance perhaps??? Just a theory.
Poke my brain. Comment below.
andycat stayed in the red at 3:43 PM
Sunday, May 04, 2003
Thanks for all the positive feedback folks. Glad I can entertain for a couple minutes of your day. Top Ten weekend highlights:
1. Big ups to Bella, Dhaven's brother's girlfriend, for concocting a tasty bacon-wrapped-walnut-stuffed date. Being a kitchen head and all, I do appreciate fusion foods. I.E. CPK's Carne Asada Pizza, Ming Tsay's East Meets West program on Food Network.
2. Dave's all in one motion one-clap-arsenio hall-esque-fist pump with a "Woo!" attached at the end. Y'all know what I'm talking about.
3. White Girl CD-DJ with the bleached blond hair at Sunset Room rockin the one strap mini-skirt with the matching spaghetti strap pumps. One look at her and I'm thinking to myself, let's break out the glow sticks...She later knocked me down with a 1-2-3 combo of Slum Village, Janet Jackson, and Tribe! Again I appreciate fusion. Fists in the air.
4.Connor's Jamaal Magloire-like octupus arms which swatted all 65 inches of my ass to the ground on a few possesions.
5. Carlos quietly knocking down mid-range jumpers in the face of big dude.
6. Carlos's backdoor cut which I can only describe as feline quick. My bounce pass -- On Point. Yeah man, that's called court vision. Very Magic to Worthy.
7. Go Shawdy! It's your burfday. White girls throwing both arms in the air when the DJ threw on Fifty. (It's like he's talking directly to them.)
8. Dave drunk-dialing me and telling me to come to his after-party. "ANDY! COME OVER. WE'RE GONNA DRINK FOR A FEW MORE HOURS!" It was damn near 3AM. (Don't confuse the caps in that quote as sarcasm either. We all know the decibel-level of Dave's voice. But he cranked it up another notch here.)
9. Chad's goatee and beanie. Kinda looked like a thugged-out white rapper. Holla.
10. Albert Bernestein.
Toast the life. Copacetic weekend.
andycat stayed in the red at 9:22 PM
Friday, May 02, 2003
FORTIFIED LIVE APPRECIATION POST.
Gotta give it up to Black Star, Mr. Man, and Hi Tek on this one. Throw it on wax, compact disc, mp3...you'll see my fist in the air. What the hell was Hi-Tek smoking???? Tom Drunk beat is fuego. Mr. Man gets the sixth man award -- 74/ which was the year I first touched ground/ as the physical manifestation of sight and sound...absorb the sonic energy manifesting through your monitor. Holy SAT words! He used 'manifest' twice in the same verse.
andycat stayed in the red at 10:56 AM
Thursday, May 01, 2003
I think the worst place you can get a zit is right between your eyes.
andycat stayed in the red at 6:57 PM
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