Damn, school's kicking butt already. For the first time ever, I spent most of this past weekend studying. Never done that before. Hopefully I won't have to do it again.
But life's always interesting, what can I say. There's always something going on.
Like, I've had people ask me whether the ugali I was seemingly enjoying had been oven-baked. I've even heard mukimo referred to as vegetable casserole. But this is what githeri is described as, below?
Granted, it doesn't have any corn - sorry, maize - in it, and it doesn't look very appetizing, but I know githeri when I see it. I lived off that stuff.
Then, last week a customer named Tu called. The receptionist, over the intercom, was like:
"[Boss-man], you have Tu on line 1."
"Is that on line 2 or 1?" Boss-man asked.
And is this irony?
Yesterday a customer called for me. He was like:
"Hi d. This is Jim from Signs By Tomorrow. I need a sign today."
And big ups to Luda for giving back. Not only is he one of the best rappers, in my book, but he's apparently conscientious.
Props too to O for giving that motivational speech to students yesterday, despite all the idiots that didn't want him to. Can the cat do something, anything, that people don't get their panties in a bunch over? Sheesh.
And how's Lil' Wayne gonna have a new joint titled 'Whip It Like a Slave?' He just got knocked a couple of rungs down in my aforementioned book.
Happy 9-9-09. If that means anything.
Hip-Hop verse of the week:
"...So control your hormones and keep your draws on
Till I close the door and I'm jumping your bones..."
Ludacris in Area Codes