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Rhythm is my Life.

Imagine if you always heard music in your head. Everywhere you went. All the sounds somehow just matched up with each other and made a groove. When people talked to you, it was always in rhyme form. That’s the world I would LOVE to live in. Even if just I could always communicate through song, that be the bomb. Although I'm sure most people would get so pissed at me, and throw stuff at my head. And then I'd be laying in gutters waking up with slow deep violin music and me singing show tune style,

"oh whyyyyy oh whyyyy am I in the gutter agaAAAAAINNN, I thought the people I was just hanging with where some of my true FRIEEEENNNDS, I should probably go see my Doc, I think lodged in my skull there is a rock, why are my pants hanging on that FEEEEENNCE"

Ahhh life's to short. I wonder how many fights I'd get in if I went a whole day singing. Think about it. Like say you get on the bus, and mr. bus driver man says "its $2 to ride the bus" and you broke out in a tap dance routine singing,

"$2 my good man that is preposterous, I'd rather play some tag with a rhinoceros, I will not pay you $2, I'm not played like pro basket ballers, your crazy and in you diet you need more phosphorous!!"

While I'm on the subject, you should all know I am now off the market again. I fell in love. Yes you heard right. Dallas Soonias is un-available. It’s the Costco girl. I've fallen for her like my roommate Gavin falls for appletini's. Now granted she doesn't know how I feel yet, I'm sure she feels the same way I do. I know cuz for the brief moment that we locked gazes, it was like I had a whole package of rockets in my mouth and bit down on them all at the same time. I could tell right away she was diggin on me when she said,

"how would you like to pay for that"

Ahh yeah, I know what your talkin about girl, what she's really asking is, how would I like to pay for a sexifyed night out on the town with me, and possibly but not a for sure with her three single roomates.

"………uhh…..cash money"

Smooootthh. Now I've been trying to write her a song for about week now so next time I need a ridiculously large number of muffins or chicken breasts I can go and swoon her. All I've gotten down so far is:

"My man Gav produce the tasty track on fruit loop, I ad the lyrics nutritious and instant like some Campbell's soup."

Sure it doesn't make sense YET, but I'm sure Beethoven and biggie smalls didn't write their master pieces in a week…. Whatever. Well maybe sometime I'll be written in the stars and we'll bump into each other on the street, or at subway, or in a Laundromat, even though I have a washer and dryer, and our eye's will lock up like Gavin the first time he heard ace of base. Gotta stay positive u know.

She's out there, oh yes, I know she is, cuz my momma said so. …Hey, Don't joke about my momma son, you bound to get hurt.