Saturday, July 11, 2009

Guilty Pleasures...

"I was a fiend before I became a teen / I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated / Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated"
- Rakim (Microphone Fiend)

It's 5 o'clock in the morning, there is nothin on television (how many times can you watch the same repeat of Sportscenter?), I have nothin to drink, and I cant go to sleep. To top all that, Im out of Oreo's. What to do? I already pushed the 9 and the first 1, just in case I cant wait til the store opens. I sure wished someone would have stopped at the store or the Oreo fairy would come on over and put a pack under my pillow. I wouldnt care if it was a pack of Mini Oreo's....an Oreo Ice Cream sandwich, one of them Golden Oreo cakester thingy, a Double Stuff, Mint Cream, even the Easter variety. OMG this is so damn evil...there should be a law!

"They tried to make me go to rehab but I said 'no, no, no' / Yes I've been black but when I come back you'll know know know
I ain't got the time and if my daddy thinks I'm fine / He's tried to make me go to rehab but I won't go go go"
- Amy Winehouse (Rehab)


From the empty stomach of the Insomniaq... I sure wish it would stop makin that noise

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