Thump thump

I had to listen to vulgar, awful thump-thump music at work today. It's hard to make sandwiches (yes, that's what I do now) when someone is gasping for air and talking about puttin' it 'tween the legs of shorties. What the hell is a shorty? Most black women I know are tall and beautiful and should be insulted by that. I consider myself pretty well-rounded and cultured, but Damn does R&B get on my nerves. The males sing about screwing and the females sing about heartbreak. That should tell you something right there.

And on another note, I found something pretty funny when I googled my name today (hey, it's better than doing math homework). Eryn

Oh, and I should have Raleigh pictures on The Gallery soon.