I have earned a total of $.06 so far on this blog. I know, really rolling in the big bucks. I have earned $.02 this month alone, which definitely makes it my best month so far, financially, for this blog. If I can earn $.02 a month for the next three months, then I will have earned a total of $.12 for the entire year, which averages to $.01 a month. Damn.
I should be doing homework right now. I will get to it: in fact, it will probably take the next two or three days of time that I am not at work -- and I work 18 hours the next two days. That is why I am sleep deprived. I am going to try to get out early tomorrow, although I don't know how likely it is that it will actually happen, although I am a manager so it is probably more likely to happen than it would be for a regular crew member.
That's right. Homework. I love what I study, really and truly, but I loath doing it. Can't stand it. Don't want to spend even a second on it. But I have to spend some seconds on it. A multitude of seconds. Years of months of days of minutes of seconds. That's a lot. It will get me ahead, push me to do the work to do the research to write the papers to get published.
After the C.V. workshop yesterday, I am trying to get myself working on building it, which means doing stuff academically that will impress people enough to invite me to join a PhD. program after I get done with this whole Master's degree business. That means getting published and presenting at conferences. That means a lot of research, which means a lot of homework and studying, which takes a lot of time.
I care too much about my job. It just a means for an ends. Sure, I have extra responsibilities as a manager, and it is by far not the worst job I have ever had -- but it is not my future. Its place in my life has a limited future. It knows that. I am only supposed to be a part-time manager now. I am working 38+ hours this week, and have been working 35-40+ since I transferred there. Next week I have only 24 hours, which is perfect. I am going to insist on staying around 25 hours -- except during Christmas break. We'll see how that works. I take too much responsibility there, which is seen as good and I am glad I can help to improve the situation in anyway I can, however, it is becoming too much of an obstacle in my career path, and I don't need anymore obstacles, as I am already coming from behind. I am not going to just quit it, though. I am going to continue working there and just be firm about my role the and scope of time I can spend there.
I do have a full graduate student workload, and am married, and am pursuing creative writing too, and I can't seem to get anything done. Truthfully, I do finish my assignments, but I would like to spend more time on them -- even if it takes me forcing myself -- and spending more time pursuing getting some articles published in journals, write some abstracts, and do some presentations, get a TA position, get some teaching experience, maybe do some tutoring... And of course have a life, be a good husband, and try to be a published novelist.
If I keep on working at it, I know it will all come together, and if it doesn't, I will start down another path, but until I get to that point, I am going to keep going down this path and hope that my head doesn't explode.
Friday, September 28, 2012
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Curriculum Vitae
I'm glad I'm the type of person who likes to go to meetings. Attend things. Be a part of some group. I think it all goes back to my being forced and then willingly joining 4-H. Shit, I was the President of my 4-H club. Jesus, those were the days...
Then it was O.M and D.I.
My teams and I really proved how great minds can work together, have fun, and be creative, and have it all pay off. I really enjoyed those experiences. Definitely tops. I can't replace those memories. Even the ones involving Duct-taping profanity to hotel rooms and chasing Viebs -- or was it James -- around downtown Knoxville. Making out with random girls on elevators. We used to have a game we would play to warm up before competition and anytime in general where we tried to be as profane and insulting to everything and everyone as possible. That way we wouldn't say anything too overtly gross in front of the judges.
Marching band... I can't even describe how much fun we had.
The Posse! One word: BAM!
In college, SPJ and the Stater.
Captain and Tennille Overdrive...fucking rocked.
Creativity and has always been an important part of my life. I guess that is why I have such a hard time trying to divide myself from my creatives pursuits, why they define and drive my life. They are my life. I can no longer separate myself and retain my identity.
I am writing my first curriculum vitae. It's a big deal. Now I have to really get published and go to conferences and do presentations and really get my name out there, get some teaching experience, so I can market myself to a good PhD. program. And get a job there after. It's all too real sometimes. So real, it's unbelievable Why is it that the truth is so hard to believe? That is where science ends and religion begins.
I guess that's why it's time for me to get off of here and start working on finishing this story and this novel. Finishing them is the first step. And then the ones that follow. Then will come to truly hard part. I have been there before... Am I ready to go back? I guess there is only one way to find out. I guess I have at least proven I can draw some sort of audience within my immediate sphere. The numbers are marginal when compared to the whole, but when only looked at within the frame of reference of my total number of contacts, it looks a lot better. Now I just have to extend that, and that is where the job of a writer ends and the job of a salesman begins.
And on some level follow the rules, or breaking them in just the right way. I think I prefer the latter, but I don't know if that is evident in my writing. Maybe I should take more chances. Maybe I will.
That's where this has it's greatest affect. It's talking myself into what I already know. Giving it voice, and thus, through the power of electricity, life.
I don't believe I can say that yet. It's not just electricity that makes something live. Ask anyone who has ever been struck by lighting. No, it will take more than that. It's not alive and won't be alive. Not until I push myself further, take bigger risks, open myself up, maybe to failure -- but... I will push my boundaries, challenge myself to my absolute limits, and see where that takes me.
Then it was O.M and D.I.
My teams and I really proved how great minds can work together, have fun, and be creative, and have it all pay off. I really enjoyed those experiences. Definitely tops. I can't replace those memories. Even the ones involving Duct-taping profanity to hotel rooms and chasing Viebs -- or was it James -- around downtown Knoxville. Making out with random girls on elevators. We used to have a game we would play to warm up before competition and anytime in general where we tried to be as profane and insulting to everything and everyone as possible. That way we wouldn't say anything too overtly gross in front of the judges.
Marching band... I can't even describe how much fun we had.
The Posse! One word: BAM!
In college, SPJ and the Stater.
Captain and Tennille Overdrive...fucking rocked.
Creativity and has always been an important part of my life. I guess that is why I have such a hard time trying to divide myself from my creatives pursuits, why they define and drive my life. They are my life. I can no longer separate myself and retain my identity.
I am writing my first curriculum vitae. It's a big deal. Now I have to really get published and go to conferences and do presentations and really get my name out there, get some teaching experience, so I can market myself to a good PhD. program. And get a job there after. It's all too real sometimes. So real, it's unbelievable Why is it that the truth is so hard to believe? That is where science ends and religion begins.
I guess that's why it's time for me to get off of here and start working on finishing this story and this novel. Finishing them is the first step. And then the ones that follow. Then will come to truly hard part. I have been there before... Am I ready to go back? I guess there is only one way to find out. I guess I have at least proven I can draw some sort of audience within my immediate sphere. The numbers are marginal when compared to the whole, but when only looked at within the frame of reference of my total number of contacts, it looks a lot better. Now I just have to extend that, and that is where the job of a writer ends and the job of a salesman begins.
And on some level follow the rules, or breaking them in just the right way. I think I prefer the latter, but I don't know if that is evident in my writing. Maybe I should take more chances. Maybe I will.
That's where this has it's greatest affect. It's talking myself into what I already know. Giving it voice, and thus, through the power of electricity, life.
I don't believe I can say that yet. It's not just electricity that makes something live. Ask anyone who has ever been struck by lighting. No, it will take more than that. It's not alive and won't be alive. Not until I push myself further, take bigger risks, open myself up, maybe to failure -- but... I will push my boundaries, challenge myself to my absolute limits, and see where that takes me.
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Word art
Jimi Hendrix, 1983... (A Merman I should Turn to Be). I close my eyes and get lost in all of the layers of his guitar, the whipping and swirling about, like some magnificent storm raining upon my ears.
I edit, consider each and every word choice, the syntax, punctuation throughout. Even the white space. Sometimes the white space is as important as the words. The best left unsaid, but just around the corner from it. Implied but not plied. Sort of a reply to the music, sometimes. It all fits a puzzle. It all fits and flows and nicks and knocks.
That got all kind-of Dr. Suessy there for a second. That was kind-of cool. Well, I thought so at any rate. It doesn't really matter.
I should be finishing editing this story or that novel. Or another story. Or a poem. Or doing school work. However, I am not doing any of those things. In my head I am doing all of those things at once, but, here in the material world, that won't do, just simply will not do. No, mind you. Not at all.
Not a bit. Or a smidge. Or a tiddly wink even.
Lost. Completely and Utterly. In nonsense. It is static taking over AM radio, which was once meaningful but now devoid of any relevance. The static carries more significance.
The world outside our happy little bubbles is just static. It was once significant, but now is devoid of any relevance. The rest of the world. Nothing. Right next door but nowhere in sight and out of sight out of mind.
Electric currents through guitar amps produce sonic vibrations from the contact of fingers on guitar strings. The echoes meet my ears and then I thoughtlessly hear like the beat of my heart a natural part of my internalized twining.
I edit, consider each and every word choice, the syntax, punctuation throughout. Even the white space. Sometimes the white space is as important as the words. The best left unsaid, but just around the corner from it. Implied but not plied. Sort of a reply to the music, sometimes. It all fits a puzzle. It all fits and flows and nicks and knocks.
That got all kind-of Dr. Suessy there for a second. That was kind-of cool. Well, I thought so at any rate. It doesn't really matter.
I should be finishing editing this story or that novel. Or another story. Or a poem. Or doing school work. However, I am not doing any of those things. In my head I am doing all of those things at once, but, here in the material world, that won't do, just simply will not do. No, mind you. Not at all.
Not a bit. Or a smidge. Or a tiddly wink even.
Lost. Completely and Utterly. In nonsense. It is static taking over AM radio, which was once meaningful but now devoid of any relevance. The static carries more significance.
The world outside our happy little bubbles is just static. It was once significant, but now is devoid of any relevance. The rest of the world. Nothing. Right next door but nowhere in sight and out of sight out of mind.
Electric currents through guitar amps produce sonic vibrations from the contact of fingers on guitar strings. The echoes meet my ears and then I thoughtlessly hear like the beat of my heart a natural part of my internalized twining.
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Getting Older
I think my cactus is slowly dying. I mean, everything is slowly dying, but generally before one is visibly dying, he/she seems to be living. This cactus has looked brownish since we got it. I keep it in the window that gets the most light. It at least has a nice view. Plus, my office is not a bad room to be in, either. The cactus certainly doesn't have to worry about being bothered by animals in here -- not that it would have to worry about that, anyway.
I sit here, analyzing the past few days, which are definitely hazy -- although I do remember them. For instance, I am listening to LL Cool J right now, and I remember buying it; however, I still don't understand it. The NWA I understand a little better -- I have been wanting to buy that album for a while. I also bought Nouns by No Age earlier in the day yesterday, and that is definitely more my taste. I like branching out a little, though. Giving other things a chance. It's good to be open.
Getting older is interesting. Yesterday I didn't feel any different. Today I feel like a different person. I am ready to leave certain aspects of myself behind, move forward, towards the future. It is time for me to really buckle down and work towards something. This blog is a great part of that. I feel like the more I write in it, the better. It's great practice, anyway. I don't know if I will write in it everyday, but I will certainly try to write in it as often as possible.
Now that the party, a.k.a. my twenties, is over, I can work towards making a living. My way, of course, but certainly an adult pursuit. In my twenties I didn't count on a future. I just tried to live for the moment, and that worked for me for what I was going through. I feel like I am beyond that now. I feel like I can plan for the future, because I am living in the outskirts of it, and I need to focus on reaching the center. I have my first novel and companion stories to edit and get out to the work, I am in grad school, and I am also working as a manager at a restaurant.
I know I keep on talking about it -- but, hey, it's my blog, so deal with it -- but I am working a multifaceted plan to maximize my potential. I am buckling down and really hitting the books hard, doing as well as I can in my classes, networking and making connections, getting my professors' confidence, and getting a teaching assistantship. That will allow me to quit my job (actually, I will have to quit it) and focus more on my career path, both as a writer and as an instructor/professor. I am getting my MA in composition/rhetoric, as well as a TESL certificate and a literature certificate. If I decide to not go on and pursue a doctorate, I will be still qualified to teach at community colleges -- and other stuff.
I believe my writing is key, both fiction and essays. This blog can't hurt, either. I just have to keep up keeping up, which will be harder as the semester progresses, but easier once I reach a certain point with it.
Anyway, I feel like I can be more consciously concerned with the future. Maybe it won't turn out at all how I figure, but I feel like I have slightly more control over it. I am certainly not going to sit around and wait for things to happen. That almost never works.
I think the point is this. I have been dancing around it, but I feel like it is time. It is time to do less partying, and more schmoozing. It's nice to socialize and have fun with friends and family here and again, but I am through being so heavily reliant on certain substances. I want to retain some level of control over myself, and it is certainly harder when I am feeling "free", which is how I feel when I feel how I feel when I do what I do.
This isn't anything formal, but it is on the record. It is something I can hold myself to, but not something I have to so rigidly. It's not a court-order. It's not an ultimatum. It's more a goal. I am not going to say that I will never do it, because that is absurd and unrealistic, but I can certainly hold myself to not doing it very often. I am better than I used to be most of the time, but I aim to improve yet.
Don't call it a come back.
I sit here, analyzing the past few days, which are definitely hazy -- although I do remember them. For instance, I am listening to LL Cool J right now, and I remember buying it; however, I still don't understand it. The NWA I understand a little better -- I have been wanting to buy that album for a while. I also bought Nouns by No Age earlier in the day yesterday, and that is definitely more my taste. I like branching out a little, though. Giving other things a chance. It's good to be open.
Getting older is interesting. Yesterday I didn't feel any different. Today I feel like a different person. I am ready to leave certain aspects of myself behind, move forward, towards the future. It is time for me to really buckle down and work towards something. This blog is a great part of that. I feel like the more I write in it, the better. It's great practice, anyway. I don't know if I will write in it everyday, but I will certainly try to write in it as often as possible.
Now that the party, a.k.a. my twenties, is over, I can work towards making a living. My way, of course, but certainly an adult pursuit. In my twenties I didn't count on a future. I just tried to live for the moment, and that worked for me for what I was going through. I feel like I am beyond that now. I feel like I can plan for the future, because I am living in the outskirts of it, and I need to focus on reaching the center. I have my first novel and companion stories to edit and get out to the work, I am in grad school, and I am also working as a manager at a restaurant.
I know I keep on talking about it -- but, hey, it's my blog, so deal with it -- but I am working a multifaceted plan to maximize my potential. I am buckling down and really hitting the books hard, doing as well as I can in my classes, networking and making connections, getting my professors' confidence, and getting a teaching assistantship. That will allow me to quit my job (actually, I will have to quit it) and focus more on my career path, both as a writer and as an instructor/professor. I am getting my MA in composition/rhetoric, as well as a TESL certificate and a literature certificate. If I decide to not go on and pursue a doctorate, I will be still qualified to teach at community colleges -- and other stuff.
I believe my writing is key, both fiction and essays. This blog can't hurt, either. I just have to keep up keeping up, which will be harder as the semester progresses, but easier once I reach a certain point with it.
Anyway, I feel like I can be more consciously concerned with the future. Maybe it won't turn out at all how I figure, but I feel like I have slightly more control over it. I am certainly not going to sit around and wait for things to happen. That almost never works.
I think the point is this. I have been dancing around it, but I feel like it is time. It is time to do less partying, and more schmoozing. It's nice to socialize and have fun with friends and family here and again, but I am through being so heavily reliant on certain substances. I want to retain some level of control over myself, and it is certainly harder when I am feeling "free", which is how I feel when I feel how I feel when I do what I do.
This isn't anything formal, but it is on the record. It is something I can hold myself to, but not something I have to so rigidly. It's not a court-order. It's not an ultimatum. It's more a goal. I am not going to say that I will never do it, because that is absurd and unrealistic, but I can certainly hold myself to not doing it very often. I am better than I used to be most of the time, but I aim to improve yet.
Don't call it a come back.
Monday, September 24, 2012
Tribute:
http://youtu.be/u31FO_4d9TY
Express Yourself
[Dr. Dre:]
Yo, man... There's a lot of brothers out there flakin' and perpetratin
But scared to kick reality.
[Ice Cube:]
Man, you've been doing all this dope producing.
You had a chance to show 'em what time it is...
[Dr. Dre:]
So, what you want me to do?
Express Yourself...
[Dr. Dre:]
I'm expressin' with my full capabilities,
And now I'm livin' in correctional facilities,
Cause some don't agree with how I do this.
I get straight, meditate like a Buddhist
I'm droppin' flava, my behaviour is heriditery,
But my technique is very necessary.
Blame it on Ice Cube... Because he says it gets funky
When you got a subject and a predacit.
Add it on a dope beat
And that'll make you think.
Some suckaz just tickle me pink
To my stomache. 'Cause they don't flow like this one.
You know what? I won't hesitate to dis one
Or two before I'm through.
So don't try to sing this!
Some drop science
While I'm droppin' English.
Even if Yella
Makes it a-capella
I still express, yo, I don't smoke weed or a sess.
Cause its known to give a brother brain damage.
And brain damage on the mic don't manage
Nuthin'
But makin' a sucker and you equal.
Don't be another sequel...
Express Yourself...
Express Yourself...
Come on and do it...
Express Yourself...
Express Yourself...
Come on and do it...
Now, gettin' back to the PG.
That's program, and it's easy.
Dre is back. Newjacks, I mean hollow,
Expressin' ain't their subject
Because they like to follow
The words, the style, the trend,
The records I spin.
Again and again and again
Yo, you on the other end.
Whatch a brother playin' dope rhymes with no help.
There's no fessin' and guessin'
While I'm expressin myself.
It's crazy to see people be
What society wants them to be. But not me!
Ruthless...
Is the way to go
They know.
Others say rhymes that fail
To be original.
Or they kill where the hiphop starts,
Forget about the ghetto
And rap for the pop charts.
Some musicians curse at home
But scared to use profanity
When up on the microphone.
Yeah, they want reality.
But you won't hear none.
They rather exaggerate, a little fiction.
Some say no to drugs and take a stand,
But after the show they go lookin' for the dopeman.
Or they ban my group from the radio.
Hear NWA and say "Hell no!".
But you know it ain't all about wealth.
As long as you make a note to...
Express Yourself...
Express Yourself...
Come on and do it...
Express Yourself...
Express Yourself...
Come on and do it...
Express Yourself...
From the heart.
Cause if you wanna start to move up the chart
Then expression is a big part of it.
You ain't efficient when you flow
You ain't swift, movin' like a tortoise.
Full of rigor mortis.
There's a little bit more to show
I got rhymes in my mind, and better like an embryo.
Or a lesson - all of 'em expression
And if you start fessin' -
I got a Smith and Wessun
For you.
I might ignore your record
Because it has no bottom.
I get loose in the summer. When in spring and autumn
It's Dre on the mic, gettin' physical.
Doin' the job
NWA is the lynch mob!
Yes, I'm a cob?
But you know you need this.
And the knowledge is growin'
Just like a foetus, or a tumor.
But here's the rumor:
Dre is in the neighborhood
And he's up to no good.
When I start expressin' myself,
Yella, slam it!
Cause If I stay funky like this I'm doin' damage.
Or I'mma be too hyped,
And need a straight jacket.
I got knowledge and other suckaers lack it.
So, when you see Dre, a DJ on the mic,
Ask what it's like.
It's like we gettin' hype tonight.
Cause if I strike
It ain't for your good health.
But I won't strike if you just...
Express Yourself...
Express Yourself...
Come on and do it...
Express Yourself...
Express Yourself...
Come on and do it...
Express Yourself...
Come on and do it...
Come on and do it...
Come on and do it...
Come on and do it...
Express Yourself
[Dr. Dre:]
Yo, man... There's a lot of brothers out there flakin' and perpetratin
But scared to kick reality.
[Ice Cube:]
Man, you've been doing all this dope producing.
You had a chance to show 'em what time it is...
[Dr. Dre:]
So, what you want me to do?
Express Yourself...
[Dr. Dre:]
I'm expressin' with my full capabilities,
And now I'm livin' in correctional facilities,
Cause some don't agree with how I do this.
I get straight, meditate like a Buddhist
I'm droppin' flava, my behaviour is heriditery,
But my technique is very necessary.
Blame it on Ice Cube... Because he says it gets funky
When you got a subject and a predacit.
Add it on a dope beat
And that'll make you think.
Some suckaz just tickle me pink
To my stomache. 'Cause they don't flow like this one.
You know what? I won't hesitate to dis one
Or two before I'm through.
So don't try to sing this!
Some drop science
While I'm droppin' English.
Even if Yella
Makes it a-capella
I still express, yo, I don't smoke weed or a sess.
Cause its known to give a brother brain damage.
And brain damage on the mic don't manage
Nuthin'
But makin' a sucker and you equal.
Don't be another sequel...
Express Yourself...
Express Yourself...
Come on and do it...
Express Yourself...
Express Yourself...
Come on and do it...
Now, gettin' back to the PG.
That's program, and it's easy.
Dre is back. Newjacks, I mean hollow,
Expressin' ain't their subject
Because they like to follow
The words, the style, the trend,
The records I spin.
Again and again and again
Yo, you on the other end.
Whatch a brother playin' dope rhymes with no help.
There's no fessin' and guessin'
While I'm expressin myself.
It's crazy to see people be
What society wants them to be. But not me!
Ruthless...
Is the way to go
They know.
Others say rhymes that fail
To be original.
Or they kill where the hiphop starts,
Forget about the ghetto
And rap for the pop charts.
Some musicians curse at home
But scared to use profanity
When up on the microphone.
Yeah, they want reality.
But you won't hear none.
They rather exaggerate, a little fiction.
Some say no to drugs and take a stand,
But after the show they go lookin' for the dopeman.
Or they ban my group from the radio.
Hear NWA and say "Hell no!".
But you know it ain't all about wealth.
As long as you make a note to...
Express Yourself...
Express Yourself...
Come on and do it...
Express Yourself...
Express Yourself...
Come on and do it...
Express Yourself...
From the heart.
Cause if you wanna start to move up the chart
Then expression is a big part of it.
You ain't efficient when you flow
You ain't swift, movin' like a tortoise.
Full of rigor mortis.
There's a little bit more to show
I got rhymes in my mind, and better like an embryo.
Or a lesson - all of 'em expression
And if you start fessin' -
I got a Smith and Wessun
For you.
I might ignore your record
Because it has no bottom.
I get loose in the summer. When in spring and autumn
It's Dre on the mic, gettin' physical.
Doin' the job
NWA is the lynch mob!
Yes, I'm a cob?
But you know you need this.
And the knowledge is growin'
Just like a foetus, or a tumor.
But here's the rumor:
Dre is in the neighborhood
And he's up to no good.
When I start expressin' myself,
Yella, slam it!
Cause If I stay funky like this I'm doin' damage.
Or I'mma be too hyped,
And need a straight jacket.
I got knowledge and other suckaers lack it.
So, when you see Dre, a DJ on the mic,
Ask what it's like.
It's like we gettin' hype tonight.
Cause if I strike
It ain't for your good health.
But I won't strike if you just...
Express Yourself...
Express Yourself...
Come on and do it...
Express Yourself...
Express Yourself...
Come on and do it...
Express Yourself...
Come on and do it...
Come on and do it...
Come on and do it...
Come on and do it...
The LL Cool J Conspiracy
This is a sketch, folks. An illustration of gullibility: my own.
[Wow. That was fucking intense. I really went to a dark place there for a moment. I'm sorry about that folks. I am still working out the kinks. That's where this meta-narrative comes in handy. Yes, that's right, I have just turned this blog into a defense of meta-narratives... no...]
...a ululating orb of self pity, shrill as the noights air, suffering forth upon yonder rock ledges, yonder past yon trees...
[No, no. Not popular fiction... This was more social outrage in nature. Anti-pop-culturish.]
http://youtu.be/vimZj8HW0Kg.
I saw an ad for NCIS: Los Angles and got on Amazon and bought the mp3 album of Mama Said Knock You Out. Then that inspired me to download Straight Outta' Compton, the 2002 REMIX.
Thank God it wasn't anything by Marky Mark and the Funkybunch. At least I bought good shit. But anyways, I would do Calvin Klein ads if I was Mark Wahlberg too. I heard a conspiracy theory once that Mark Wahlberg has a third nipple. I would just like to say, unequivocally, I sincerely hope he does. [No wait, that's not what I was trying to say at all. Sorry, I am extremely easily distract-able tonight.] Or maybe that was the point. At least I didn't buy pure crap. Next time I might not be so lucky. Unless it is someone like Taylor Swift. Then I'll at least have something to masturbate along to!
http://youtu.be/5OsD2iGozUk
[Wow. That was fucking intense. I really went to a dark place there for a moment. I'm sorry about that folks. I am still working out the kinks. That's where this meta-narrative comes in handy. Yes, that's right, I have just turned this blog into a defense of meta-narratives... no...]
...a ululating orb of self pity, shrill as the noights air, suffering forth upon yonder rock ledges, yonder past yon trees...
[No, no. Not popular fiction... This was more social outrage in nature. Anti-pop-culturish.]
http://youtu.be/vimZj8HW0Kg.
I saw an ad for NCIS: Los Angles and got on Amazon and bought the mp3 album of Mama Said Knock You Out. Then that inspired me to download Straight Outta' Compton, the 2002 REMIX.
Thank God it wasn't anything by Marky Mark and the Funkybunch. At least I bought good shit. But anyways, I would do Calvin Klein ads if I was Mark Wahlberg too. I heard a conspiracy theory once that Mark Wahlberg has a third nipple. I would just like to say, unequivocally, I sincerely hope he does. [No wait, that's not what I was trying to say at all. Sorry, I am extremely easily distract-able tonight.] Or maybe that was the point. At least I didn't buy pure crap. Next time I might not be so lucky. Unless it is someone like Taylor Swift. Then I'll at least have something to masturbate along to!
http://youtu.be/5OsD2iGozUk
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