

That’s me in the corner
That’s me in the spotlight, I’m
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don’t know if I can do it
Oh no, I’ve said too much
I haven’t said enough
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try-REM “Losing My Religion”
sorry for all the song quotes, but my shuffle is inside my brain right now and its even coinciding with pictures in my iphoto, OH MY, MY COMPUTER’S BECOME A PART OF ME…..

Seems like yesterday, we were just little boys in a van, racing around this country trying to leave a shit stain in every little city and club we parked in.
“It’s too much to do on my own,
My friends I need you now.
I’m sorry that I wrecked that tour for us,
Drugs, left me freaking out on the bus.
Snapping into Slim Jims,
out to save some souls.
If I can’t do my job,
my god, what am I even here for.
I want to be back in the van,
where evil never wouldn’t or couldn’t or should ever understand.
Back in the van,
it’s saving, with their outrageous grandstand.” -Say Anything “Sorry Dudes,My Bad”
Shortly after this video was made, Pain stole all of my Parliaments,I guess it’s time to quit smoking. It’s a NEW YEAR, time for a new ME.
Travie’s Old School Underground Hip-Hop Video Of The Week
MF-DOOM-“DEAD BENT”
I wanna sit down at THE BRAVEST, A local FDNY PUB, near my crib and drink BlueMoon with Doom and tak about our favorite ladies….

Patrick Stump
Collaborations: Gym Class Heroes; Tyga; Pete Wentz protégées the Cab. And Stump’s stamp was all over hip-hop — he teamed up with Ne-Yo (”Finish Your Food”), the Roots (”Birthday Girl”) and T.I. (”Out in the Cold”) — but none of the tracks made the final versions of their respective albums.
Signature Sound: Emo meets blue-eyed soul
Hottest Track: “One of Those Nights.” On this strutting Cab cut, Stump plays a man begging a girl for a second chance (”I’m a mess… just give me time”). His wince is so desperate that it might just do the trick.
This Is Why He’s Hot: He’s a slave-driver. “For as little as he is, dude’s pretty fucking militant,” says GCH frontman Travis McCoy. “He’ll be like, ‘Travis, hit this note!’ and I’ll be like, ‘Just tune that shit!’ and he’ll say, ‘Just fuckin’ be a man and hit that shit!’ I got four feet on the dude, and he’s putting me in check.”
We fight every night, now that’s not kosher
I reminisce with bliss of when we was closer
And wake up to be greeted by an argument again
You act like you’re ten
So immature, I try to concentrate on a cure
And keep lookin’ at the front door
Thinkin’ if I were to evacuate
You’d probably be straighter than straight
And wouldn’t have so much hate
‘Cause you don’t know the pain I feel when I see you smilin’
And when I roll up you start wilin’
So I front like everything’s hunky-dory
But it’s a whole different story
You don’t like the fact that I’m me
I don’t put on a show
When it comes time for you to have company
And your friends don’t understand your choice of man
They speak proper while my speech is from a gargabe can
But regardless, you shouldn’t have to be so raw
I’m lookin’ at the front door
And when you’re with your friends, I glide to the side
Until the spotlight is mine and never sabotage a good time
But when they’re not around, the fights commence
I’m the one you’re against and it doesn’t make sense
‘Cause I’m the one that you claim to love for life
But all I get is gray hairs and strife
And I can play some ole stuck-up rapper role
And get foul every time you lose control
But that’s not my order of operations
So I should win an award for lots of patience
‘Cause that’s all a fella can have
With a girl who’s shootin’ up his world like Shaft
And I don’t think that I can take it anymore
I’m lookin’ at the front door
My friends always tell me how I’m lucky to possess
The best looking girl in the whole U.S.
But every time you scream, you blow your finesse
Tryin’ to dis the Profess-
Or twenty-four hours of acting sore
Sometimes I wish you’d come down with lockjaw
So I don’t have to take in the breakin’
You treat me like a burnt piece of bacon
It seems like just two years
Back when we were bonded and not pierced
But now I keep itchin’ to jet
Sitting’ in the chair just to stare, set to sprint
Yo, sweetheart, you better take a hint
I say it now like I said it before
I’m lookin’ at the front door

So this is the new year.
And i don’t feel any different.
The clanking of crystal
Explosions off in the distance (in the distance).
So this is the new year
And I have no resolutions
For selfl assigned penance
For problems with easy solutions
So everybody put your best suit or dress on
Let’s make believe that we are wealthy for just this once
Lighting firecrackers off on the front lawn
As thirty dialogues bleed into one
I wish the world was flat like the old days
Then i could travel just by folding a map
No more airplanes, or speedtrains, or freeways
There’d be no distance that can hold us back.
There’d be no distance that could hold us back
So this is the new year

Some things(people) never change. Seems like yesterday. Almost 6 Years ago To the date. WOW, still handsome as HELL.
So at about 5 am this morning we got to do one of my favorite tour activities. We stopped at a (CUE DRUMROLL) WAL-MART SUPERCENTER. Wal-Mart stops are by far the most indulgent, awkward, semi-fullilling, NECASSARY moments of my life. I scored hard this morning Dvd-wise. Barbershop 1&2, The Salon, Little Rascals, Sanford and Son seasons 1-3, Coming to America, City of Men, Dolemite, Petey Wheatstraw The Devil’s Son in Law, Boomerang, the Lazarus Project, Next Firday, Friday After Next,Ganked and The Cosby Show season 1. Alot of Ice Cube, strange. I’m happy as a clam or AM I? I’ve built a nest in the back lounge, it’s quite comfy. I’ve started a Marathon. I’m on my fourth movie. Maybe i’ll give my reviews on them, although i’ve seen most of them already(a few times over) maybe YOU havn’t and I can save you a little money…..Got a couple Britol Paper Sketchbooks and some Mechanical Pencils(my Favorite). I also discovered that JELLY BELLY makes scented candles so i scooped a CottonCandy and Blueberry. I’ve been drinking Raspberry Emergen C’s like Kool-Aid. It’s either that or Stella. No thanks. We enforced a No Smoking policy on the bus this tour, although I am a heavy smoker, I must say its good to not wake up to the smell of 6 burning cigarettes. Me likey!! Jelly Bellys smell way better anyway. Peter, I love you. Thank You. DC is tomorrow night, hope i get to see my man Wale. Cedric The Entertainer is novacane for the soul. I’m here an i aint goin’ nowhere….Barbershop awaits……PS. I think the new Blackberry Storm is the TRUTH and NOTHING BUT. I’ve never been an iphone enthusiast and i was quite satisfied with my Blackberry World Edition(RIP) but i’m such a fan of The Storm, i’m learning more and more about it everyday while I sing a song of sixpence, I’m none the richer I just kiss her on the cheek and keep truckin’….and at night……….