I was playing on my iPhone last night and stumbled upon 69-cent downloads on the iTunes. Not good. Not only did I feel like I was getting a great deal on these tunes but I absolutely love buying things on my iPhone. It’s like the products you’re selecting for purchase hop/jump into your cart (or whatever that’s called on the iPhone).
I made a playlist that I’ve been listening to on a loop this morning at work. It’s good shit. It consists of the following:
1. Icky Thump by The White Stripes
2. What About Love by Heart
3. Hold the Line by Toto
4. Celebrity by Twista
Dance party at my desk.
Anyway, I was perusing the texts between B and me and found the following:
Me: Every time I burp I taste vodka. And bad choices.
B: What the hell were you putting in your mouth after the bar last night?
Me: Nothing out of the ordinary.
B: Oh, yeah, cuz THAT really narrows it down.
Me: What are you trying to say?
B: I’m saying that still could be anything.
Me: It’s not like I’m a toddler.
B: Who are you trying to fool?
B: Well, you can’t fool me. I’m better than that.
Like Twista would say, “Don’t ever let a brotha pimp you.”