Wednesday, Apr. 24, 2002
My buddy Eddie lent me one of his CD's and so thanks to him I've been listening to a lot of hip hop sounds lately.
Surprised you with that, didn't I, eh? Bet you didn't think that a 50-something woman like me would be into the hip hop.
Now I'm betting that you're running a lot of names through your head, trying to guess what kind of hip hop would appeal to me.
Okay, it's these guys:
Hey, who has more hip hop cred than these guys? I mean, they LIVE the hip hop. It doesn't get more real than that, right?
P.S.--Although I'm pretty sure this is outlawed by the Geneva Convention, I hear some of you are reading my archives.
My friend who hosts the images for that part of my diary changed his domain name, so I have to go through hundreds of entries and change the address for those pictures. It's very time consuming and at the moment I'm only up to May, 2000.
Yes, yes I DO love you enough to perform this amazing bit of drudgery. Eventually, I *will* get caught up and you *will* see the pictures. Patience, Grasshopper, patience.
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