It is times like these that I should not have access to this forum that I seem to have created. Honestly, I haven't had "pot" for a few days and I found myself in a meeting at 2pm which featured a "vaporiser" (Mark II), which led to my fifth coffee of the day with The Muse, which led to a shower, which led to a Royale burger with The TBG, which led to another very sweetly rolled joint, which led to a live show with Cokey Falkow at The Little Theatre (which is haunted - FACT) which was chilled. And by "chilled" I mean we had about 14 double Jack Daniels (they didn't have Jamesons). And by "14 double Jack Daniels," I mean "14 double Jack Daniels and 4 tequila's each."
Cokey rocked and we found ourselves backstage with these chicks who, if I remember correctly, were bouncing on space-type bounce balls. Cokey was taking pictures of them and the one chick asked to see my nipple. I told the TBG we should leave; as Marco, The Hairdresser, was trimming my locks at 9am in the morning. I'm still not sure if that all actually happened - but I'm here now, and the ride home was amazing. The iPod was on random and I was toying with the likes of Roxette as I flipped from one random selection to the next. Well, blow me sideways, the little fucker pulled out Stop, by Jamelia. I looked down at the iPod and frowned, disapprovingly, but in a teasing way and I said:
"Naughty, iPod. Very naughty!"
It's one of the most radical songs to drive home to and there is no shame in singing along like a chick to a song that hasn't been changed much since Sam Brown pissed on it in 1988. And by "pissed on it" I mean she was a white chick making R&B look normal (then. for white chicks. in claremont).
Whatever.
Wherever you are, (if you've got Internet Explorer and videos don't play, don't be a tool, install Firefox ASAP), do yourself a favour and play this effing video and embrace it. Play it as loud as you can and pretend you're here with me. Laughing. Drinking.
all that i have is all that you've given me (settling in nicely)
did you never worry that id come to depend on you (nought)
iv gave you all my love i had in me (ok. baking.)
now i found ur lying and i cant believe its true (jesus, baby?)
wooooaahhhhh you better stop! (stop)
before you tear me all apart
you better stop! (stop)
before you go and break my heart
oooooo you better stop
time after time i tried to walk away (when, exactly?)
but its not that easy when your soul must run into (huh?)
so i just resign myself to it (you "resign" yourself? what?)
everyday yeah (nice)
and now all i can do is to leave (nice) it up to you
wooooaahhhhh you better stop!
before you tear me all apart
you better stop!
before you go and break my heart
oooooo you better stop
if you love me (and go)
not the time to be sorry (nice)
i want to believe that youd walk out on me baby (slightly psycho)
yeahhhwoah! (sick)
wooooaahhhhh you better stop! (fuck you)
befor you tear me all apart
you better stop!
before you go and break my heart (gather ourselves)
oooooo you better stop
