Thursday, November 6, 2003
My Friend Scott is A Great Human Person
He gave me the code so I could get this live journal for free. He also is a fabulous writer and makes me laugh a lot. He also gives me advice about boys. God bless my friend Scott.
Tuesday, November 4, 2003
Politics should be fun
I am watching the Democratic rock the vote debate and they just quoting a stat that alleges young people are more conservative than their parents and approve of the job GWB is doing. WHO THE FUCK ARE THESE YOUNG PEOPLE AND WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THEM?
Monday, November 3, 2003
PS
I meant to say I wrote this long entry and then motherfucking live journal ate it. SO THERE, I said it.
Live journal bite me
I just typed this long entry about in jokes and this fucking awesome Russian rapper me and my friend Annie are insane over but are pretty sure is a massive hoax. Check out his website, http://www.illmitch.com
and read the lyrics to one of his songs here and maybe I will write all the crap I just wrote again cause it was funny. I hope Ill Mitch does not have this shit copyrighted or he may sue me or ride his skateboard over and punch me while rapping.
Ill Mitch- Heyladiesfans
(Chorus):
Heyladiesfans can we fall in love?
I fit with you like a boxing glove
You need me and I accept it
I believe in love, I’m no skeptic
(repeat)
Come to Ill Mitch bedroom and get a rub,
Or Ill Mitch bathroom and get in tub, (bubbly)
And you can wash me (clean my area)
Look how you like it
I’ve got crystal balls, a Russian psychic
I’m reading your mind, learning your taste
Take the tickle me train below my waist, (?) All aboard!
Next stop heaven,
Be careful Ill Mitch’s engine’s revving
(Chorus)
(scrub my squash)
Now they say I’ve got a lot of women, I get skills from Hong Kong to Yemen,
(you like my Volvo?)
Why? You know why,
Because it’s paradise, I put lemon
They don’t complain, they give me food
They wash my dish, they feed my fish
People think they’re with me cause my raps are clever
Really it’s because I’m in love forever
(Chorus)
Hey no pressure,
Clean my floor
Mow my lawn
Clean my area
Who’s this in my room?
Get out of my (?)
This is my fire escape, not yours!!
Turn off the lights, no wait,
Find my car keys, you’re leaving.
and read the lyrics to one of his songs here and maybe I will write all the crap I just wrote again cause it was funny. I hope Ill Mitch does not have this shit copyrighted or he may sue me or ride his skateboard over and punch me while rapping.Ill Mitch- Heyladiesfans
(Chorus):
Heyladiesfans can we fall in love?
I fit with you like a boxing glove
You need me and I accept it
I believe in love, I’m no skeptic
(repeat)
Come to Ill Mitch bedroom and get a rub,
Or Ill Mitch bathroom and get in tub, (bubbly)
And you can wash me (clean my area)
Look how you like it
I’ve got crystal balls, a Russian psychic
I’m reading your mind, learning your taste
Take the tickle me train below my waist, (?) All aboard!
Next stop heaven,
Be careful Ill Mitch’s engine’s revving
(Chorus)
(scrub my squash)
Now they say I’ve got a lot of women, I get skills from Hong Kong to Yemen,
(you like my Volvo?)
Why? You know why,
Because it’s paradise, I put lemon
They don’t complain, they give me food
They wash my dish, they feed my fish
People think they’re with me cause my raps are clever
Really it’s because I’m in love forever
(Chorus)
Hey no pressure,
Clean my floor
Mow my lawn
Clean my area
Who’s this in my room?
Get out of my (?)
This is my fire escape, not yours!!
Turn off the lights, no wait,
Find my car keys, you’re leaving.
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