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Friday, January 21, 2005
 
Not my Words

I listen to the same five or six CD's worth of mp3's day-in and day-out at work. Nice that I have that opportunity. Not so nice that I can't queue up my entire collection. Of course I'm even more limited in what I can burn as .wav's that will play in the car. I like these couple of lyrics lately:

"Well I don't go to work, don't go to school, don't do a goddamned thing. Sittin' on my ass, smokin' bad grass, tellin' everyone I'm king."

"You're too young: you got a lotta drugs to do, girls to screw, parties to crash; sucks to be you. If I could take it all back now, I wouldn't. I woulda did more shit that people said that I shouldn't. But I'm all grown up now and upgraded and graduated to better drugs and updated, but I still gotta a lotta growing up to do. I still gotta a whole lotta throwin' up to spew."

"Girls don't like boys; girls like cars and money. Boys will laugh at girls when they're not funny. And girls with good bodies like boys with Ferraris. Girls don't like boys; girls like cars and money."