Thursday, June 28, 2007
Every time I get in my car "Pop, Lock and Drop It" or "Buy U a Drank" is on. Every time. This inevitably leads me to walk around where ever I am saying, "Awwwww, snap!" or even, "Do that thing little mama make it...blah, blah, blah." This has become completely unacceptable. Aren't there thousands, nay, millions of songs out there for the radio to play? Yet, different stations play the same songs over and over and over again? If I hear, "Hey There, Deliah" one more time I might call Deliah myself and ask her what it's like in New York City.
On a somewhat different note-- I'm going to court to meet Ricky, who's name is actually Humberto. This will not be an actual meeting, it will be me appearing in court to see what the ruling on this case is. Meaning: money or no money for LC.