r and b.

is bad.

i have two roommates who are from south africa who thank god are only around on the weekends. they talk with some pretty thick accents that are a mix of new york, south africa, london and australia i think. they've lived all over the place and i can't imagine how many drugs they've taken, so yeah, they talk a little funny and i can't understand everything they say but one works in barcelona during the week doing some sort of construction and the other works for ups and flys all over europe during most of the week, so they're both really only here on the weekends, which is as it turns out, quite terrific.

they usually get to the apartment for the weekend on thursday night or friday morning, and seeing as how they have pretty permanent jobs they make a bit of money, and unfortunately they have chosen to spend it on a big tv and very loud speakers. the tv isn't the problem, in fact i don't know why they have one, i mean they're never here and when they are here for the weekend they're always out partying. it's the speakers that i'm writing about today. and not just the speakers, i mean they're not evil in and of themselves, it's what comes out of the damn things that makes me want to cry.

r and b. rhythm and blues. it isn't though. it's just bad rap and r. kelly singing 'i'm a flirt'. one of them put on the whole trapped in a closet series last weekend and listened to it on repeat for hours. hours. i'm not joking. and neither was he.

i'll admit it. i bought the trapped in a closet dvd. it's great. it's hilarious and funny and everything you could wish for. but it's also a joke. these guys aren't joking and it's beginning to kill my soul.

it doesn't help that the walls in this apartment are made out of cardboard and they live right at the end of the hall, not 10 feet from my door. without stop this sort of crap plays all day until they leave for a party at night. not to mention their dinosaur steps when they come in at 6 in the morning slamming the 20 pound apartment door and walking like a t-rex and his fat brontosaurus friend. (i know a t-rex would eat a brontosaurus. get over yourself)

they also eat my food. which is really a feat all by itself because i think right now i have 2 cans of beer, an apple and yogurt in the fridge. maybe some pasta in the cupboard i'm not sure. but things like that won't stop them, in the morning i'll wake up to find that i don't have an apple and my beer is all gone. it's lovely. i think i'm going to put exlax on something and see what happens.

another thing. saul william's new album is reeeeally good. you can get it for either 5 dollars or for free here. the guilt trip almost killed me but i came out on top. enjoy.

http://niggytardust.com/saulwilliams/download

-mitch