“Bullets-Augustana.mp3”
Please don’t stop the music.
My iPod is on shuffle and as each song changes, you will be informed.
“Freakaleak-Petey Pablo.mp3”
I’ve noticed that I’m usually the kind of person who doesn’t give a finger in the middle about what someone has to say if it doesn’t pertain to/concern me but in my recent blog browsing, I’ve noticed that I care more about what someone CAN’T say than what they are saying.
When I say can’t, I don’t literally mean the inability to express a certain view or perception but I suppose more so the personal reasons for confessing their most inner thoughts on their blog rather than to a human in person.
Perhaps they do but only to a select few.
“If It Isn’t Love-New Edition.mp3”
Like I said, it interest me.
I don’t think I’m to the point where I’m ready to say any and everything on here yet.
Or ever.
I suppose it’s because I don’t think anyone cares enough.
Or if someone does care enough, someONE isn’t enough for me in all my greed and need for attention.
I need somePEOPLE, not someONE.
“Each Day Gets Better-John Legend.mp3”
Each day gets better huh?
Maybe I needed to hear this.
I’ve been singing Ordinary People all day.
Wifey knows. I was reciting lyrics to her earlier on AIM.
John Legends voice makes me too happy.
And when I say his voice, I mean his speaking voice, not just singing.
I was listening to him announce the award for Al Green on the BET Awards and I thought I was going to melt.
It has that hence of singing in his natural voice.
Like he’s going to break out in song at any moment.

Oh yeah, last night on Illdividual Radio, I realized something.
Two things rather.
One, I like the nickname I received. Barbs. It has a ring to it now that it's grown on me.
And second, I don’t need to prove or validate myself.
I refuse to do so any longer in absolutely any situation.
Speaking of that radio show, “why you be acting ghetto and stuff?”
Ignorance is not a game. Ignorance in “you people” makes it worse.
“Everything I Am-Kanye West.mp3”
Eh, at this point I feel as though I’m rambling and jumping subjects.
I am done for now.

“To all the ladies in the place with style and grace, allow me to lace these lyrical douches in your bushes.”
I LOVE IT WHEN YOU CALL ME BIG POPPA"

&holler;™