You can have whatever you like.

First might I just let you all know that, whether you know it or not, you are missing out. I'm not usually one to throw myself into much hip hop (unless Sam is around), but I have recently become enamoured of a remix of T.I's 'You Can Have Whatever You Like' by DiscoTech. It's pretty much amazing. And with that! Here's some writing:

Chapter Two: iPod Etiquette.

As we meander and weave through the traffic that is currently inhabiting the freeway I notice that my friends, and of course therefore all humanity can be seperated into two distinct groups. These groups only emerge when an iPod is in the room, or in this instance; the car. These groups I've chosen to call 'skippers' and 'haters of skippers'. A sentence I feel wraps up the skipper is "I know the song I'm looking for I just don't know it's name, that kinda sounds like. . . no. . mebbe it's a different band. . actually forget it. . let's listen to something summery, this is awesome, ooh it reminds me of this song. . . blah blah blah". Like some audio-driven hummingbird there attention spans never allow them to get through two choruses. Which frustrates the hater of the skipper something chronic and you'll often here this; "Oh I love this song! Oh wait here comes teh build up. . . no don't skip. . . you fuck. Go die, no I'm serious." I'm not sure if an equilibrium can ever been between these people and, unfortunately for me they both now occupy the two seats in the back of my car. I don't mind though, something frenetic to keep my mind occupied. Although it probably won't take long before I'm berating the two like children, children who won't be getting their Maccas at teh next stop.