To paraphrase: It's my birthday tomorrow. I turn 21. I like games.

Biiiiig 20 today. I am officially old. Hopefully I can open a new blog later today about writing. Stuff. Whee.

Oh. Writing to gush about. Go on. You want to gush. You know it.

I want to write something about two-nought. Too many damn things rhyme with it. Poem kind of things. I am the rhyme master.

"Don't just go through Hip-hop, let Hip-hop go through you"

There are too many paragraphs in this post.