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Thursday, May 12   >>


Dave Chappelle has gone mad. No, I'm serious. This is sad news; I absolutely love his show.

Just hours ago, the jazz combo I'm in met up for the last time. For a final hurrah, we were told to meet up at a pizza joint in Anaheim for lunch. Little did I know that it was an eating contest between 8 men.

It was a double-edged sword, man. Not only did I lose in the contest, but I lost my appetite for the next 12 years. To say I'm stuffed would be like saying Robert Downey Jr. fancied cocaine.

My head hurts. My stomach hurts. My legs hurt. My petty problems are something I need to quickly get over!

By the way, when are these stupid emo/indie groups going to stop with their reproduction? I saw some videos this morning from groups like Tegan and Sara, Bright Eyes, Drop, and more. I just wanted to throw up. It seems like these people are focusing more on their hair and i'm-too-cool-for-new-clothes wardrobe rather than their music.

To keep it brief: They really blow and are better off modeling in those stupid LA subculture "zines" (as those elitist assholes call it).

They're so full of themselves. Can I get a yeah-yuh!?


On another note, don't call me tonight. The Apprentice is on, ai'ight? If you do, YO FI'YAHD.