that heavy heavy beat.

this has been a morning for old videos.

boredom is the mother of invention.

or something:

i mean my moves are like way more fierce, but these dudes are aight.

more confusing now than it was then.

this always played before the movies when i was a kid. the lyrics are a prayer.
drug dealers don't hand out drugs for free. cus kids don't have money to come back and buy crack.

to quote zizek: what does it mean when a comedian is one of the few politicians to make sense?

at first i was all, "yay franken!" but to see this woman's face fall apart after the recounting of the horror these contractors allowed/perpetrated, one can only be left with a cold hollow in one's stomach.

donate to her cause here.

it's at times like this that i wish i'd stayed the course and become a scientist.

there is some (important) context to this, but its just so damn pretty without it.

you should be getting down to this: