Is this what it's come to?
On Monday, as I sat around unhappy about the lack of Basketball programming and REFUSING to weather the vuvuzelas in The World Cup, I was at the computer listening to something. Damned if I could remember what I was doing on the computer. That is neither here nor there, though. I got a text from my friend Brian. Brian: Did u dl the dead prez gangsta grillz Me: Yeah, grabbed it when it leaked last Wednesday, I like it, but I don't love it or anything... I think they are wearing thin on me these days. Brian: Yeah, I got it Brian: I feel you but compared to drake and waka waka its the shit Me: No cosign, I can't pretend something is "great" just because it doesn't suck as much as something else. Brian: But ok music does seem better if the market if flooded with subpar bs. Its like that girl that's a 6 during the school yr that's an 8 during summer school... That last message from Brian was at 22:34, I was not awake much longer on that night. Been bedd...