Monday, December 21, 2009

Could have been brain dead in a wheel chair but I'm standing in the booth and the skills are still here (Part 2)

I don't know if this technically counts as ironic (I always get paranoid I'm going to misuse that term ever since that damn Alanis song), but I gain a lot of comfort from listening to gangsta rap.  All of the braggadocio reminds me that I'm a force to be recognized and that cancer is pretty much a punkass bitch in comparison.   Lately, I've found this Biggie song to be especially soothing:

(I have so much white guilt, that my stomach felt queasy typing "Niggas" even though I had nothing whatsoever to do with naming the song)


  1. I totally watched notorious last night.

  2. OO you're now "Helen Marie (HM)"...

    Let the white guilt flow away and hope you had a great Christmas. :)