Oh SHIT, Ghost is back at it again

He's a guest on the new DOOM album.

Check out the new songs on DOOM's myspace, I'm guessing he put the newest one up, 'That's that', 2 days ago because it only has 12k listens.

http://www.myspace.com/mfdoom

Community College as a means to commit suicide

Appreciating the subtlety of taste buds

This past weekend was well epic. Some real Days of Being Wild shit. Whether I was planning it or not, shit got super stupid.
Was hoping to see that faggot Time Machine, some real proper Street Thunder raging, but I wasn't going to wait up.
I did all my homework Saturday afternoon (stoned out of my gourd). Wrote a business paper on the 1998 acquisition of Lamborghini by Audi AG. It makes more sense to say that VW purchased Lambo since Audi is just a subsidiary (you should be able to tell how passionate I am about this).
Met up with some girls at a restaurant for dinner Saturday night. Drank a shitload of gin before I got there. We got a table near the TV and I got real demanding about watching college bball. Ordered 2 beers a time, one of those kinda nights. Went to a few other bars, ordered 4 beers when I first got there, one of those kinda nights.
Lushed it up the whole time, surprised I didn't take my shirt off, talked a lot of shit, 2 hour block towards the end of the night I don't remember but Jamie tells me I had a total meltdown right in the middle of a board game. Fuck board games.
Felt like total shit yesterday, barely ate. Made some more bad decisions resulting in complete paranoia by about 6pm. Felt like a schizophrenic and forced myself to bed at midnight after contemplating suicide for about 4 hours.

Which brings me to now. The suicidal thoughts are still present of course. I don't even know why I'm writing this (fuck winter it's 29 degrees, in the teens with the wind chill).
Woke up this morning around 8am. Told myself I'm going to start taking better care of myself (we'll see how long that lasts). Just finished eating 5 eggs, 4 pieces of bread, and a bowl of oatmeal thinking that this would somehow appease all of my internal rage. But still, I have no discernable emotions besides anger and hatred. And a physcial feeling of malaise. I can't help thinking that I'm going to vomit my food along with pieces of stomach, the whole mess tingered with blood to top it off.
Come to think of it, that would be a real sweet bridge between the end of my weekend and the start of my week. If you can't agree, we may never be close friends.

Seriously man, you and me, we're fuckin' DONE professionally

"It's the hood's Obama, shoveling McCane
Out the project windows the drama's insane
...The message got twisted, I'm just young, black and gifted
The theme was coke but the lines was upliftin' "
--Malice, Intro on "Road 'Til the Casket Drops"

Wind was blowing so fuckin' hard today that I had to pedal downhill or I barely moved. Weather felt good though. I've biked about 27 miles in the past 24 hours which might not be a lot, but for a guy who barely eats, it's exhausting.
Chilled with Kazoo via webcam today which was actually way cooler than hanging out in real life with most people. He was doing some proper beasting (we're talking Port Royal rum and Pepsi) before most people's lunch break. Reminded me than this 5 days sober bullshit is insanely herb. I mean, getting proper sleep and being able to have coherent, deep thoughts and a memory is one thing, but that all sounds like a bunch of nerd shit to he honest. Sounds like a bunch of stuff that someone with an XBox360 Live gamer tag would be real excited about.
Big Stat test Monday. Tryin' to convince myself that Cage and Cannibal Ox is good study music. I'ma kill that shit nigga. I envision high fiving myself right in the middle of the exam, being a serious distraction to the rest of the class.

Here's what's really good for 2009 (reasons why life may not be over quite yet). Terminator Salvation is coming out. Fuckin' Christian Bale as Jon Conner. If you haven't seen the trailer yet...do I need to finish this sentence? If you aren't shaking with excitement to the point of needing a strong drink or some ass sex by the end of the trailer, we may never be close friends. Between Bale's epic performance in every movie he stars in and his portrayal as a loose cannon by the media, this guy is my fuckin' hero.
New Clipse album in 09, 'Til the Casket Drops. Rawr. That difficult third album. No pressure at all. I'm sure they're gonna kill it. I'm real excited for this album to get Weezy levels of play in the Philly neighborhoods around here, meaning not 15 minutes that go by where someone isn't ghost riding past my house with the new Clipse club banger pumping, rattling the beams holding up the awning of my front porch. I really need to go on a shopping spree buying nothing but PlayClothes and Bape. The hood's Obama is fuckin' right; once again, the rap game is about to change.

We'll Never Be Close Friends

Me and Kazoo were talking the other day. It was all the usual stuff, you know. Guns, where Street Thunder has been and more importantly where it's going, sloppy cokehead broads, the pros of signing in to the Drinking Alone Crew, living the City Life, being a scumbag, and so on. Made me realize how "different" we are in comparison to the "normal" people our age. Also made me realize that we, as in me and you, will never be close friends because....

-You can't fathom the benefits and freedoms of boozing alone.
-You don't think that morning parties are a good idea. You'd rather be "sleeping" or some other nonsense.
-You thought today was a good day.
-The idea of waking up one day and spontaneously joining the Army isn't unbelievably enticing.
-You think your DCshoecoUSA or Element fitted cap and your Dragon sunglasses look good. They don't; you're a faggot, and I'd call you a bro if I didn't think it was a compliment.
-You wouldn't consider eating boomers a "quiet night in."
-You were offended by Christian Bale's recent explosion on the set of Terminator 4 and you think he's an asshole, rather than Beast of the Week.
-You overdraft your bank account (again) and think "shit, I feel guilty" rather than "damn that was an awesome weekend. I especially liked the part when I was so fucked up I couldn't see so I just took my shirt off and started doing burpees."

This weekend should be more of the same. Getting the Party Bros together again. We're doing Bmore/DC. Shit's gonna get real. I'm thinking bourbon circles, 8 balls, maybe some knee drops, restlessness, hysterical obscure discussions of God knows what, getting real delusional and asking Kazoo if I'm in a dream. Yeah bro, you're dreaming. Go back to sleep.