EATSKEET / SRS BLGGNG

Early in the night, Jayson and Kurt and I decided i should interview them for Urban Outfitters. There was an open bar, that dude Tay Zonday, ?uestlove talked to us, more open bar, then we decided to do said interview by an elevator 4 hours later. This resulted.

Urban said the party didn’t look fancy, it might not appeal to everyone, and we kept talking about teenage pregnancy.

So Youtube got it. Go buy whatever Plastic Littles selling. The boyz are blowing up.

Wes managed to have time to shoot a BPM cover and do a pretty entertaining interview, while he wasn’t fucking Brazialian strippers and developing weird skin infections.

Check interview at BPM mag I have some dumb online subscription to BPM coutesy of Matt. It is sort of annoying to navigate. But, do it cause.

(This was retarded before and had three different versions of the same thing in it. i think i was cut cutting and pasting like nutz. dunno)

Naeem texts me, he asks me to come down to the “Bangers and Cash-Loose” video shoot. I oblige. I get down there and am wholed up in the kitchen waiting for the shot they are doing to end.

Once let into the shoot, I witness what would be classified as soft core porn. Luckily, the participants are unpaid professional ho’s.

Naeem sees me standing there staring at the video screen. He comes over to hug me and asks, “How was your day so far. I go, “Wow, I wish every Tuesday afternoon was like this.”
I stand by for whatever the fuck I am supposed to do. I eat pizza and popcorn, while bitches suck dildos to Naeems dreamy voice.

During some break in shooting, we are corralled into the kitchen for some sort of Vodka demonstration. What occurs next is crappy 6.99 Vodka is filtered through some device where it the ends up tasting like Grey Goose or some comparable pricier Vodka. I clap my hands in the middle of the whole thing and announce, “This is like Science!”

The demonstration involves us trying both the crappy Vodka and in the end the filtered classier Vodka. I then ask them to turn the fancy vodka into cocaine.

Amanda shows up at some point at the video shoot. She looks at the screen half laughing and half in shock, and announces, “My mom in going to kill me.” I add, “Once this video comes out, I am going to pretend I don’t know any of you.”

I did say that three filtered Vodka and Hawaiian punches later.

Maybe I have simply been watching too much Rock of Love. Maybe it’s the fact I live less than ten minutes from the New Jersey Border. Maybe it is because i honestly found that fight between Tommy Lee and Kid Rock at the VMAs “hot.” Maybe its because I drink 1$ Pabst and 40s when i go out.

these are my white trash anthems of the week.

Carrie Underwood-”Before he cheats”

Nickelback-”Rockstar”

I just send a friend request on Myspace to Heather from Rock of Love.

I hate waking up in the morning. This is due to the fact that getting up involves me having to get out of bed, get dressed, and do somethng other than lie here. I have to return emails, talk on the phone, and solve the worlds problems like internet drama, dj line-ups, and where we are going to go out that night.

I have found a reason to wake up, in Philly. It is not some sexy boy in bed next to me, or one of my homegirls banging on my door, or my en vogue “free your mind” alarm on my blackberry. It is Dunkin fucking donuts.

Dunkin fucking Donuts and its zexy employees.

I am now officially 16! Get siked for the LA version of below.

The LA version will be way better, promise.

NOW SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME.