missing some dvds?

This guy probably stole them.




Seriously, look, he's wearing my shirt.

Don't ever fucking ask me why I hate the Dutch again.

tab is for beautiful people

So basically pretty much yeah like every time I watch Black Entertainment Television, I get confused when they say "Rap City." I always think they're saying "rhapsody." Which then I kind of transliterate into being "rap-sody," which sounds like something I'd like to be invovled in, or at least see or hear. Because, you see, I figure it'd be like a Hip-Hopera but cooler, because Aaliya can't be involved this time because air travel is just so insecure these days. I think i'd like it to be somewhat of a coming of age story/musical but in the hood 'cuz it's a "Rap"-sody. Like maybe we'd have Mike jones as the male lead;an inner city simpleton but with a heart of gold and maybe he has a few tabby cats(?) Louis Gosset, Jr. could be the real sleazy but easy to fall in with (but not so easy to get away from[!]) drug dealer or chop shop owner who is the element keeping Mike (Iron Lung would be his rap alias in this film) down and in the hood, cause he'd owe him money. But we all know the Lung finds a way out and into fame and prosperity, inner peace and Cribs. Though, with all the money in the world (and respect and street hype) he can't win the heart of longtime childhood friend and love interest/female lead (played by Ashanti when she turns 18.) Though he would obviously get his chance and the rap-battle for her hand in the end(you know there would be one.)

This is Louis Gosset's filmography (you should check out the Iron Eagle series, It's really good)

and sharing the light and gospel of JESUS CHRIST

That's someone's interest. I feel like they may be misleading a bit here, seeing as sharing such as the light of Christ can only be done by HE HIMself. He's a pretty high profile dude to be ripping off, you likely aren't as such, that's why he gets caps on his pronouns, and you have to live in Galveston.

These jerks are standing on Galveston:


Jerks.

Better than the inquisition, I guess.

Recently, last night actually, I gave myself note that perhaps I should alter the group of people I generally run into at night. Now, generally, Arlington nights are just a slapdash amalgamation of just about anyone who youve ever kind of liked a little bit, which is fine by me. Generally fine by me. However, with increasing frequency I'm finding myself in places with two or three people I genuinely like, and by circumstance two or three people that they like, and maybe one or two people that the thrid group tolerates, but on the whole, I would wish into nonexistence if I had that power.

Im not gonna name names here, but last night I was kickin' it pretty solid with some doggies of old, when that group of "tolerateds" arrived. They were met with a warm reception from those who knew them, and by akward handshakes/fives/finger pops and the end/confusion and general panic from the rest of us.

So with the introductions out of the way, one such tolerated began to sing and play guitar, and do other things you shouldn't do when people don't want you to sing and play guitar. He realized soon this behavior was unacceptable. He stopped. There was rejoicing. But. There were elements attempting to coerce him to continue.

He didn't, thank God, but he did say the most disturbingly ill-fitting sentence as an excuse for why he wouldn't play the guitar anymore.

Now, I'm not gonna lie, this scared me a little.

Imagine a Tommy Chong look alike, but without having been in movies, saying:

"I'm not gonna play anymore [name], does it look like I'm trying to get excommunicated from the church of scientology?"

Fuck that.

No thank you.