Good morning.

[wolven7]

I've realised something, this morning: If I wake up at 6.30 am, eat a banana, and then sit in air conditioning, I kind of feel like I want to throw up. I think it's actually the combination of 6am and banana, more than air conditioning. Musn't eat when feeling generally ill.

Also remembered why I don't listen to the radio: My cousin, listening to the local "R&B" (I put that in quotes because, while I may have rhythm, most of these idiots wouldn't know blues if it slapped them in the mouth) station, has heard the SAME DAMN SONG, 15 times, in the past 2 hours.

Apparently, who ever the fuck that guy is, he wants to make love, in that club.

Which, let's be honest, isn't what you'd doing, if you're having sexual intercourse, in a club.

If you've gone though the trouble to wear a short skirt, no underwear, assless chaps, or other "accessible clothing," for the express purpose of sex, in the club, you are not "making love." You're Fucking.

That is all.

Comments

[amazingmrparker.livejournal.com]

I hear that song at least once a night at the tattoo shop. I'm only slightly over it.

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I'm pretty sure I hate it with all of the part of me that hates things.

Which is pretty much all of me.

[raidingparty.livejournal.com]

I'm reminded of "yeah". Ludakris has the beats to make your booty go smack, and all that.

An ad said, "Never have four men come together to say the same thing so many times."
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Mum hates bananas for that very reason. Insert completely inappropriate joke about lesbians here.

[wolven.livejournal.com]

I think I'd have had the same reaction, no matter the food, honestly...

[nausved.livejournal.com]

I love, love, love Rhythm and Blues.

I hate, hate, hate R&B.

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Precisely.

[the-old-songs.livejournal.com]

It's Usher. He's a good dancer but I am over his music... mostly because it is way overplayed... they did the same thing with "hey there Delilah" though. The first time I heard it, it was like the best song I had ever heard. A week later, everytime it came on the radio, I wanted to stab myself in the ears, and Dan would say, "Oh thank god! I haven't heard this song in at least 20 minutes! Good thing they're playing it."

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Bleh. More vomit.

Usher is and has been, in every interaction I have had with, or heard About him, a complete and utter tool. AND I don't like his music.

[cailement.livejournal.com]

Just to give you another one.

Usher stole CDs from Tower Records. The manager on duty saw him, and instead of stopping him, called his record label. Who in turn, Called His Mom. She drove him back down, where he procceded to apologize profusely, return the CDs, and was subsequently grounded. No legal action. He was still under 18 at the time.

And then he had the balls to go along with a Punk*d where his family member (cousin) was caught stealing and gives him grief over it? The fuck.

Should I count myself lucky that I haven:t heard hardly any of this last year:s music, so that it will ALL be new when I come home? I haven:t actually heard that song yet.

Also, bananas and mornings equal badness. Its in the make up of bananas. They:re all just completely nasty, but turn to good at 3pm, daily.

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I've heard that story, from Leo, I think. And it's as hilarious now, as it was then.

[wolven.livejournal.com]

That would make sense. Too much potassium too early in the morning, too difficult to digest.