For some reason I feel like telling you what kind of music I’ve been listening to and will be listening to, as in yesterday and today’s soundtrack.

Now:

Silkk the Shocker- Charge it 2 Da Game
Nirvana – From the Muddy Banks of the Wishkah
A Tribe Called Quest – The Low End Theory
The Ataris – So Long, Astoria
Above the Law – Black Mafia Life

Then:

Method Man – Tical 2000: Judgement Day
Pretty Boy Floyd – Leather Boys with Electric Toys
Busta Rhymes – Anarchy
Pearl Jam – Vs.
Snoop Doggy Dogg – Doggystyle

Well I’m here so I might as well say something a little more, um, substantive. Ok, um, something.

Phone call. Pay phone. Which means either Mrs. P or the old fart.

It was the old fart. I feel guilty now because his wife is in the emergency room. Hope she’s ok. Actually I don’t feel guilty, I just feel bad, he’s a piece of shit kind of, but his wife is cool, majorly overmedicated for having to deal with him on a regular basis, but cool, seems like a caring person. He mentioned it in passing where they were, was calling just to inform me about other business. I was like “is she ok, or…”

Yeah or what, dumbfuck?? I’m so retarded sometimes.

Keep your fingers crossed, hopefully it’s no huge deal, false alarm type thang.

The weird thing is I had a dream a few weeks back that I went to HIS funeral and was comforting HER at the wake. Weird if now the opposite ended up happening.

Jesus don’t even say that, jeez I’m a piece of shit.

Um, that is all.