latin chrome

My photo
in⋅vo⋅ca⋅tion: (n) the magic formula used to conjure up a spirit; incantation.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

I think I'm really good at picking certain things, but I'm really bad at picking other things.

Sunday, April 18, 2010

On Lil Wayne,,,

Thanks to Sydney, I just watched the best interview in my life LOL. Katie Couric takes Lil Wayne on and they talk business.

lil wayne: "i'm a gangsta, miss katie"
katie couric: "what does that mean when you say 'i'm a gangster'?"
lil wayne: "i dont take nothing from no one, i do what i want to do...and i'm going to do that until the day i die, and if i can't do that, then i'll just die"

Words to live by.

Saturday, April 17, 2010

On David Guetta...

So, I can't stop listening to ~popular~ music that was famous a year ago. First one is Kid Cudi's "Memories" which is a catchy yet unfortunate song by David Guetta, who is the biggest tool.

big tool

Monday, April 5, 2010

sass + class


All the world's a stage,

And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.


not a good day.