I have to blast The Pharcyde to drown out the stupid chatter of the office idiots. They can talk about nothing for hours. Quotes from this morning: "My tires need to be rotated. I love salsa but I can't figure out how to make it. Donuts? Yes, donuts. [clapping] Thank God! I love donuts, don't you? Hey, did you watch tv last night? There was nothing good on."
Me [in my dreams]:
"Look, you fucking lazy, stupid, boring douchebags, if you have no work to do, I will give you some. Otherwise, shut the fuck up or you will suffer my wrath. And, for the love of God, stop wearing stonewashed jeans and running shoes to work you idle disgusting ignoramus slobs. When was the last time you ran anyway? If it wasn't for The Pharcyde, you'd be dead."
For MCA, for the Beasties, for The Pharcyde, and for not going to prison....