Stewiegriffin's Journals

Airy, almost trance-like, yet funky and unabashed, the much slept-on Meshell Ndegeocello hits it right on her 2007 work, The World Has Made Me The Man Of My Dreams. Dripping with mild eccentricity, chock full of references to space, (and one to suicide), she is definitely a thoughtful artist. R&B heads, pick this one up and pluck it in your collection. She's one neo-soul goddess that we need to know more about.

In other words, SHE RAW AS HELL!!! :)

Only listen to bands like Scary Kids Scaring Kids and Underoath, but want to broaden your music horizon? Try some R&B. Downloads are below.

Haditha

http://www.zshare.net/audio/9744742a0433b9/

The Sloganeer: Paradise

http://www.zshare.net/audio/9744907d03ff51/

Evolution

http://www.zshare.net/audio/9745029faa2557/

Virgo

http://www.zshare.net/audio/97451906729db8/

Lovely Lovely

http://www.zshare.net/audio/97453466ba626e/

Elliptical

http://www.zshare.net/audio/974547852f4990/

Shirk

http://www.zshare.net/audio/97456285d3d864/

Article 3

http://www.zshare.net/audio/974576528ded52/

Michelle Johnson

http://www.zshare.net/audio/9745910504765d/

Headline

http://www.zshare.net/audio/974611494a5464/

Solomon

http://www.zshare.net/audio/97463980779fdd/

Relief (A Stripper Classic)

http://www.zshare.net/audio/974652671e197c/

A Different Girl (Every Night)

http://www.zshare.net/audio/97467342437dc4/

Enjoy! :P

Random Ass Thoughts

Last songs I heard?

Pumpkin Soup - Kate Nash

Into The Void - Nine Inch Nails

Planning on downloading?

AFI - decemberunderground

Mos Def - The New Danger

Heavy - Great Vengeance And Furious Fire

I heard about Heavy on Buzznet. They were an artist of the day. As soon as I saw they were retro soul, I immediately clicked on the link!

Nothing on T.V. I'd turn to VH1 but stupid ass shows are on. I Know My Kid's A Star is followed by fucking Rock Of Love 2. *shudders* There's something about Bret that I can't stand. I hate that whole damn show. It's ridiculous. He seems like such a tool to me.

Random Ass Thoughts

I love Audrey Kitching. She has the craziest style. She is her own person. :P Can't get enough of people like that. Now if only she'd let me raid her closet . . .

Chace Crawford is FUCKING SEXY. At the the top of my 'Sexy White Boys' list, he's numero uno. And even if he takes it up the ass--you've heard the J.C. Chasez rumors--I still love him. And the CW needs to do me a favor and move those Gossip Girl episodes to an earlier date. I MUST GET MY FIX!!!

Nine Inch Nails are so fucking raw. Trent Reznor is a genius. Seriously, I've been bumping Closer for a while.

So concludes my random ass thoughts. :P

WTF, Soulja Boy!

So by now, we all know who the hell Soulja Boy is. Purveyor of meaningless, comical hip-hop. "Crank Dat Soulja Boy" rang through our ears forever, and now I think its safe to declare the damn dance dead. Next was "Yahh!" The stupidity ensued. Now we have another bring-us-down-further song. The name? "Report Card."

Soulja Boy got all F's on his report card and asked his teacher to throw some D's on it, a reference to the famous Rich Boy song. The thing that bothers me? This song glorifies stupidity! Look at the lyrics!

Sittin Up In The Classroom She Gettin On My Nerves,The Teacher Hollin Out Soulja Boy Do Yo Work.
She Talkin Bout Adjetives, Pronouns, And Verbs.
Im Knocked Out I Aint Here Nuthin The Class Heard.
Im Daydreamin Hard Bout That Stacks On Deck, I Dont Know How Im Gon Pass My Next Test.
I Got My Report Card Im Like Wut The Hell Is Dis.
I Took It Back To The Teacher Then I Told Her

[Chorus]

I Alwayz Be In School But I Be Walkin Halls.
Alot Of Teachers Give Me Test But They Be Super Hard I Get Into Some Trouble Then My Mama Calls
But Afta I Get Out The Office Ima Tell Em All Dat Ima Superstar And Thatz Best.
Everytime U See Me Up In Class My Head On That Desk.
And When U See Me On Dem Girls U Kno That Im Super Fresh.
Yea Teacher, Students, Class, Stupid (Wait A Min. Mutha Fuckaz)

See what I mean? He thinks its cool to sit in class and not give a damn about his work, knowing it isn't going to matter because he can make it being a trendy rapper, then has the nerve to be pissed when he's failing. Yeah, the song may be funny, but when you think about it, this is what we're preaching to black youth: It's COOL to be stupid. Black males, be a dipshit. The girls will flock.

I know I may be all pro-black right now, but its a fitting theme. This song just completely shows what's wrong with black folks today. One song. How? Hmm....

A) It's okay for you to be stupid.

B) You don't have to do your schoolwork because one day, you're gonna make it as a rapper!

C) Education, shmeducation!

D) Girls don't want a guy whose smart.

Yet, we always find time to blame white people for the many problems we have? We as black people manage to inflict a lot of damage to ourselves on our own.

I'm Hopelessly Hopeful, You're Just Hopeful Enough (Part 4)

"Dude, you owe me--" Andy checked his title deed card. "Ninety bucks."

Pete laughed into his arm, encased in an LRG hoodie. Pete and his hoodies. "That's it?" He laughed as he grabbed his play money and threw the measly ninety dollars at him.

Andy scoffed. "You better gimme my cash, dude." He counted the money.

"Fucking cheap-ass Baltic Avenue." Pete laughed as he handed the die to Andy. "So uh, where's the Joemeister?"

"Pimping girls. Last I heard, he bagged this hot Latina chick. He's getting around." Andy moved his race car to the Chance spot and picked up the orange card. "Hmm. Go back three spaces." Andy moved his token back three spaces and then landed on the Community Chest.

"Fuck, they're sending me off." Andy grabbed a Community Chest card. "Ah!" He yelled. He was to be imprisoned.

"Ha ha." Pete took a sip of his drink and set the glass down gently. He turned around to hear what was going on in the room behind him. Why? Because Ari and Patrick were in there. Right now, he heard nothing. Uh oh. What if they were making out? Or worse . . . what if they were doing it?

"Your turn, man!" Andy shoved the dice into Pete's hand, getting agitated by his lack of attention. Pete shook his head. "Sorry." He tossed the dice on the Monopoly board and looked. Snake eyes. He moved up two spaces on unclaimed property.

"So did I tell you about my plans? I thought it'd be cool if me, Gerard, and Mikey formed some awesome supergroup. Like Velvet Revolver. Only better."

Pete looked up at Andy. "Really?"

"I think I told you already." Andy shook his hair out of his face and reached for the die, but Pete's hand crushed Andy's.

"When was this?" Pete released his hand and allowed Andy to grab the die.

"Well, I dunno. I kinda had an epiphany. I was just walking along the sidewalk. Ya know. Da da da, and whatever, and I was like, hey, what can I do to make a name for myself? I can start a new band. A tiny side project. Like Patrick and his singing." The clang of the die hitting the board ensued Andy's words, then Andy moved his token up eleven spots, landing on Marvin Gardens.

Pete took a moment to process this crap. Not only did Andy want to start a group of his own, but Patrick was doing big things without FOB, and Pete? What was he doing, besides banging hot chicks? Well, Joe was doing the same thing, but no one put him in Star magazine for it. Pete seemed to slowly become the irrelevant part of FOB. Since Patrick was the underdog, he got big points. Why? Because he managed to get by on his talent alone, something rare in today's world, and because he was with the hottest chick in music. AJ. The genre-bender, fashionista, and open-minded, opinionated, hip-hop rockstar. The same exact girl that Pete would kill for. His slew of crap choices haunted him all the time. There was the disastrous time he had with Ashlee Simpson, then came Beyonce, who cheated on him Ray J, and now Kim Kardashian, who was a sweet girl, but who he really wasn't feeling. What the hell was he going to do?

"So what do you think about it?" Andy asked, sliding the die to him again.

Pete didn't want to think. He did enough of that. He had to think about the girlfriend choice, the people he was going to sign to Decaydance, and the new label he was forming. No more thinking.

"I think I need to go." Pete hopped off of the chair and left.

...........................................

"Why are you sitting all the way over there?" Patrick asked, looking at Ari, who was beyond fine in that little black-and-pink striped hoodie mini-dress she was sporting. She turned to see Patrick, who was looking at her.

"What?" Ari asked.

"Get your ass over here, ma!" Patrick beckoned for his girl to come closer.

Ari rolled her eyes and inched toward Patrick. She leaned into him. Man, he smelled good. And he was cuddly like a teddy bear. Her human teddy bear. She liked laying on him, because it was the equivalent to sleeping on a pillow.

"Don'tcha like this?" Patrick ran a hand through her sewn-in locks.

Ari nodded. "Yeah. This is nice." She snuggled into him.

Patrick hummed along to Kelis's "Sugar Honey Iced Tea," playing on the stereo.

Ari sucked her teeth. "Baby, whatchu know about Kelis?"

"Lots. What else is on here?" Patrick flipped through the songs. Justice's "D.A.N.C.E.," Soulja Boy's "I Got Me Some BAPEs," some M.I.A., and then, the intro to Aaliyah's song, "At Your Best."

"Keep it here! Keep it here. I love this song." Ari begged, watching Patrick drop the remote to the arm of the couch.

"When I feel what I feel, sometimes it's hard to tell you so," Ari sang, snapping to the rhythm.

"I totally love this song. Like, of all her material, this is the best." Patrick admired, bobbing his head ever so slightly."

Ari nodded. "Yup."

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"Hey, there's goes the pimp." Andy pointed out, noting Joe's arrival. Joe walked in, like a straight playa and flopped onto the couch. "Hey. Woulda come by earlier, but I had to get these girls off my dick."

Andy laughed hard. Joe pimping girls. Wow. Who would've thought?

"So where are your hoes?" Andy sat down and waited for the amusing anecdote.

"Well, they're doing whatever. I kinda like being a player. It has its benefits. Like Janine? She totally loves to go down. And this other girl Tara? She actually likes getting fucked in the ass."

Andy cracked up again. Pretty blunt conversation.

Joe pointed his thumb back. "If you want, I could hook you up. I mean, you should get over Jade. She was a bitch."

Andy nodded. "I know." He scratched his shoulder. Obviously a sore subject.

"Look, why don't you come with me to a club or something. The girls I don't want, I'll give to you."

Aww. Leftovers. What a true friend.

Andy shot Joe a menacing look. "Thanks, but no thanks." Andy stood up, getting ready to leave.

"It was just a joke, dude! Really. I'll let you have some of the pretty ones."

Andy looked back at Joe and shook his head. Joe stood up. "Wonder where Rick Ta Life is."

............................................

Joe walked into the room where Patrick and Ari were. Surprise, surprise. They were making out. He had to laugh seeing Patrick's hands grab hold of the mass that was her ass, though. She even had a leg swung onto his lap. Freaks!

"Hey, guys, I found them! They're fucking each other!"

Ari moved off of Patrick, straightening out her dress. Not classy to be caught, but romantic when it was on the sly! She stood up.

"Sorry about that, sweetie. I don't want anyone thinking you're a whore." Patrick apologized, wrapping his arms around Ari's waist.

"It's okay. I don't think she's a slut. I just think you guys are horny idiots." Joe shook his head.

"Look who talking!" Ari challenged. When Joe left, Pete came.

"Hey, you guys. Patrick, I need to talk to you."

"Alright." He followed Ari to the door. Again, he wrapped his arms around Ari as Pete spoke.

"You almost done recording the Cobra Starship album?"

Patrick nodded, kissing Ari's neck. Since when did he flirt in front of Pete? It was pissing him off.

"Well, I need to see you at a meeting for the new label."

"Sure thing, buddy." Patrick kept nibbling on Ari's neck and she giggled, trying to push Patrick off of her.

"Are you listening to me?" Pete asked, getting annoyed.

"I can listen to you and be in love at the same time. Ain't that right, baby?" Patrick joked, grasping his chick's waist.

Pete wanted to suckerpunch Patrick like he did that kid who grabbed him at a concert. Little fucking dork. Where the hell did he get off nabbing the hot girls?

"Uh. Look at that. I gotta go." He said, checking his watch. Patrick waved his 'bye' at Pete and Ari followed. "Bye, Wentz." Ari uttered. Pete watched as they left. Patrick gave Ari a big kiss and a hug and then he said he loved her.

"At your best, you are love, you're a positive motivating force within my life . . ." Aaliyah sang. Then Patrick opened the door and they left. Bullshit to the highest degree. That's what it was!

"I just . . . I dunno. I feel like I want him back. I mean, I know he treated me like garbage, but . . . I dunno." Ashlee whined to her sister Jessica. They were at the holy grail of rich white girl stores, Kitson.

Jessica scoffed as she picked up a Mara Hoffman tunic. "Ashlee, if you want him back, then tell him. Not that hard." She put the dress back on the rack and meticulously examined a cute little hoodie by Da Nang.

"But see, I think Pete is with that fat assed chick? The one who made a sex tape with that Ray J dude." Ashlee flung her blonde locks over her shoulder and eyed a plastic tote a few feet away from her.

"Ash, you're getting on my nerves. If you want Pete back, then get him back. Ask him if he's really in love with her."

Ashlee came back with the tote, eyeing it suspiciously, even though there was nothing to look at but plastic with a blue lining. She nodded. "You're right. But I dunno where he's gonna be."

"If I'm correct, he should be at some party for Island Def Jam. Some crap, I dunno, but he should be there."

Ashlee frowned. "Why?"

Jessica gave Ashlee a you're-so-stupid look. "Because that's the label he's on, dummy."

Ashlee rolled her eyes. "You're calling me a dummy?"

I'm Hopelessly Hopeful, You're Just Hopeful Enough (Part 3)

"I had an awesome time, Joe." The giggling blonde put her short True Religion miniskirt on over her black leggings, exiting the bed from which she and Joe shared.

Joe smiled and ran a hand through his newly straightened hair. "Anytime, Darline. Anytime."

Darline smiled and blew a kiss at Joe. With just a bra on and her tee crumpled in her hand, she left the room. Joe just lay back, maxing like a pimp.

In the bathroom, he heard a loud, "Shit!" seemingly reverberate through the walls. Joe threw back the covers and emerged--naked--to see what was going on.

"What is it?" Joe flung open the door to see a white-faced Tara in his bathroom--the girl he picked up at Hooters--holding a bottle of Aspirin.

"I spilled this on accident. Sorry. I got curious when I opened it up, and the bottle--"

Joe held a hand up. "It's okay." He smiled. Why was she making such a big deal out of spilled pills?

"I guess I should be going." Tara swung her hair back, grabbed a few loose pills from the sink, tossed them in the aspirin bottle, and gave Joe a quick but lustful kiss. She, too, was half-dressed.

"Joe!"

Joe turned around. Another minute, another ho.

"Yes, Janine?" Joe walked into the living room. Janine was preparing to leave, as well.

"Have you seen my cell?" She sifted through the haphazardly placed pillows on the couch she was searching through.

Joe frowned. "Stop messing up the pillows. Your phone is on the table behind you."

Janine rolled her eyes and turned around. Ta-da!

"You are such a lifesaver," She said, flipping her Slvr open to see if she had any new texts. After dropping it into her bag, she walked over to the base of the stairs and gave Joe a hug.

"Love seeing you naked, sweetie." She licked his cheek and Joe smiled.

"Anytime." Janine left the house, seemingly satisfied.

Joe smiled. Who said Pete had to have all the fun? Joe could be a pimp, too!

"Two soft pretzels, please." Andy waited on his anything-but-healthy treats as he stood at a pretzel cart. After he retrieved them, he paid the pretzel pusher and smiled. "Thank you."

Andy was walking the sidewalk, just enjoying his free time. He had yet another PETA convention to attend soon, and he was keen on getting in all the time he needed for himself.

After the unfortunate sex tape with him and his ex-girlfriend Jade, a budding indie actress, was leaked to the internet by Jade, Andy had become withdrawn. He shied away from women, fearing distrust, and tended to hang more with guys. In fact, he and fellow musician Gerard Way and his brother Mikey Way, began seeing each other more, becoming closer friends. They hung out at places and discovered new bands together, one of which was being considered by Pete Wentz, who was even thinking about developing a new label.

Andy watched all of the happy couples walk past. How sweet. Some were sharing ice cream licks, others were indulging in all-too-familiar PDA. Andy even though he heard a ringtone featuring John Legend's "Save Room." He loved that song when he was with Jade. Now it was just hurtful to him.

The band was heading back on tour soon, and Andy felt like he didn't accomplish much. Yes, he was the drummer in the all-too-recognized Fall Out Boy and a one-time indie film actor, but what else? What else could he do to make a name for himself and make people realize that he wasn't just the guy behind Joe, Patrick, and Pete at the concerts, who sometimes went shirtless? What could he do?

Andy pondered this as he passed a laundromat. What the hell could he possibly think of?

Hey. Lupe Fiasco, Kanye West, and Pharrell were supposed to do a supergroup type of thing. What if Andy decided to start one of his own?

I'm Hopelessly Hopeful, You're Just Hopeless Enough (Part 2)

"Ari, stop making a big deal out of nothing." Patrick flopped down onto the couch and watched his angry girlfriend walk into the kitchen and grab some Pizza Hut pizza from the night before.

Patrick took off his hat and tossed it. He ran a hand through his hair--that had finally grown back--and sucked his teeth. He rested his Ice Cream covered foot on the table in front of him. Ari was still working the kitchen, closing the blinds and turning on the faucet to wash her hands. Germophobe.

"Will you just stop tripping?" He asked, turning on the television.

"Stop tripping?" Ari angrily flipped the faucet handle back up and walked into the living room. "You pissed me off, Patrick!"

"At least you're calling me by my name." He turned to her.

"I ain't feelin' whatchu said. I really ain't," He unbuckled her Kippy's belt and slid it from the loops, contemplating whether or not to crack him in the head with it.

"I didn't say anything bad!" Patrick said, leaning forward, sick of her invective.

"You know what you said." She whirled on him, her sewn in locks fanning around her when she turned. "You said, 'I wish I could pull my fingers from this hair, but I can't.'" She mocked him, a frown still on her face.

"We said we'd joke about it. I joked about it, and now you're pissed. I thought we could be cool with it. Maybe you were just in a bad mood, but I thought we were totally cool on the racial difference. Please don't start, Ari. You're the one who even mentioned the fact that we have to be able to make fun of it if we're gonna survive as a couple." He stood up and walked to Ari, grabbing her hands. "Don't do this, baby. I love you, regardless of what the fuck kind of color you are. I don't care." He kissed her lips. Ari was softening like water would a cracker--no pun intended . . . maybe--and she smiled.

"Well, I was in a bad mood." She smiled and Patrick held her chin up. They kissed again, and Patrick let his hands fall to her hips.

"So what do you say we go have some fun on top of the pool table?" He had his tongue out at the thought of them doing it on the pool table.

"The pool table?" She questioned. What a weird--yet kinky--place to do it!

"Why not?" He smiled coyly and kissed her again.

Ari smiled. "Well let's get it!" She laughed and he carried her all the way to the pool room.

"I had a really great time, Peter. I don't think anyone has ever accepted me for who I am besides you." Kim gushed, her arms around Peter as they sat in the bubbling hot tub.

Pete nodded. "No problem. I mean, you're a great girl. Once you get past the . . . the sex tapes, and the big ass, and--"

Kim laughed out loud. "You're so funny." She playfully pushed him.

"So um, what we do next?" She stood up, displaying that ah-mazing figure she had. Wide hips, big booty, big breasts. Damn. Pete was definitely looking. Okay, so she had cellulite, but any girl with a booty as big hers would!

"I know you're looking." Kim turned her head around to see Pete staring at the mass that was her ass.

"I can't help it! Any guy would." He grabbed her and began making out with her. This felt good. This felt really good. It felt even better when Kim grabbed Pete's boxers and slid them off. Then it was amazing when he untied her bikini and they got to doing it.

It would've been really amazing. Except for one thing.

The whole time, he was thinking about Ari.

I can't believe I did it. O_o

I don't usually sit down and look at shows like The O.C. I think it's like every other show about rich white kids getting into trouble and just being pretentious. But today, August 16th, 2007, I turned to it. (It was playing on SoapNet. Go, DishNetwork!) And I watched it and got into it.

I'm still shocked.

Okay, so here's what I can register from the first epsiode: Ryan is the broke one who ends up in Newport Harbor (I think) and his best friend is Seth, who's rich. Seth's father is cool with the poor boy being friends with rich guy. He likes Ryan because he's not like every other ostentatious, show-offy rich kid bragging about what car he drives. (Which is good.)

So then I see Marissa (Mischa Barton) run into two CIA guys? (One of whom is black, probably the only black person you will even see on the show.) So there's a big secret because her father is just shrugging it off. We know it's a big deal, but they didn't delve into it.

So then we get to Ryan being taught how to tie a tie by Seth's daddy. (Ryan looks like a mini Brad Pitt, by the way. So grown!) He's about to go a fashion show, but thinks it's pointless because "everyday is a fashion show to those people." So he goes. He locks eyes with Marissa a lot.

Then the show begins. I can't believe the mothers are going, "Oh, I wanted her to wear the Prada mary janes, but she chose the Manolo stilettos." O_o Please gag me. Rich people annoy me like that. They brag about everything they bought like there aren't starving kids in third world countries.

So then Marissa and her friend Summer (Rachel Bilson) are bragging because they stole liquor. More crap happens, yadda yadda, and then Ryan and Seth go to Summer's party. The drama ensues.

They're at the party. Ryan and Marissa are still playing eye-flirt, and then Seth walks in on three people having a threesome in the jacuzzi. He leaves, (before saying something witty) more stuff happens, then he see Summer (who he likes) all over Ryan. It's just a misunderstanding, however. Seth ain't buying it. They get into a mini fight and he tells Ryan to go back to wherever he came from. (Forgot the name of the town, but it must not be up to Newport standards.) The girl goes, "Eeew" at the thought of the 'poor' town. (Again, rich people get on my nerves.)

So after a while, Seth bumps into the guy who called him a fag, and they get into a fight (that Seth loses) and Ryan stands up for him. They both get their asses beat (Seth more than Ryan because Ryan got a punch in) and the thug of the O.C. goes, "Welcome to the O.C., bitch. This is how we do things around here.

HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! No this white dude didn't just say that like a G! The O.C.? How gangsta is the O.C.? Real gangsta. Don't make him throw a latte at you, boy! Then you done fucked up!

So after all this, they go home. Ryan sees Marissa' 'friends' dump her ass by her house, knowing her dad will freak out, and then bounce. So wrong. Ryan, playing good guy, tries to find her keys in her purse, but doesn't. He takes her to his place (Aww!) and lays her down.

After this, we see that Seth's mother doesn't approve of Ryan. Seth's father does, however, and tells his wife that it's cool to hang with other people, besides living in the Newport bubble. (Tell 'em!) And then he takes Ryan home. When Ryan returns to his ghetto of a place, the house is EMPTY. Completely. Damn. So Seth's father tell's Ryan to come with him. End of episode. I can already tell he's gonna adopt Ryan.

I dunno. Maybe the show will be okay. But I do know that I was into it. Whatever. By the way, what the hell do Ben McKenzie, Rachel Bilson, and Mischa Barton do now? What, was their only acting venture in this show? O_o

I'm Hopelessly Hopeful, You're Just Hopeful Enough (Part 1)

Joe walked into the room and plopped down onto a chair. His new straight hairstyle had all the girls flocking to him. Maybe even more than Pete.

Ari frowned when she saw him. "Joe?" She got up and took a closer look. "Joseph Trohman?" She narrowed her eyes behind her glasses. "That's you?"

Joe took off his aviators. Cool ass. "Yes, ma'am." He smiled.

Ari placed a hand on her hip. "You got all that stuff shaved, I see. Wait a minute." She walked up to his head and ran her hands through it. "No Jewfro? What have you done to yourself?" Ari abruptly looked into Joe's face.

Joe laughed. "Relax. I'm the same Joe. Where is everyone, anyway?"

Ari hunched her shoulders. "No clue."

"Well, we could always hang. Whatcha wanna do?"

Ari smiled. "I wanna go shopping."

Joe sucked his teeth. "N-o, no. I hate going with girls who shop. It's the most boring thing ever. And they never seem to have anywhere for the guys to sit!"

Ari laughed. He had a point.

A few minutes later, Patrick and Andy walked in.

"Hey, Pete." Patrick said, slapping Joe's shoulder.

Joe fake-laughed. "Fat ass."

Patrick smiled. "You're so kind." He dropped his car keys onto the table and glanced at the T.V. Oh, look. Ari and Ricky's video was playing.

"Oh, man. Turn that shit off now!" Patrick closed his ears with his hands.

Andy laughed. "What's wrong with it?"

"It's been overplayed." Ari answered, checking her phone and tossing it back into her Louis.

"So um, where's you-know-who?" Joe popped open his phone and closed it.

"He's on a date with Kim." Andy answered, slipping into a different pair of Vans.

"So what are you doing? Or are you gonna be all alone as usual?" Andy asked Joe.

"Well, I got a date, too. At eight. Hey, that rhymes." Joe laughed to himself.

"Andy, whatchu finna do? I gotta go do something with this person." Ari pointed to Patrick.

Patrick sucked his teeth. "I have a name."

"And?" Ari looked at Andy.

Joe sucked in air through his teeth. "Snappy? You two arguing or something?"

"He pissed me off, and he knows what he did." Ari spat.

Patrick fired back. "Ari, get over that dumb shit already."

"Anyways," Ari ignored Patrick. "What are you doing?"

"Damage control for the sex tape. And then I'm gonna go to a PETA convention."

"I'm real sorry for that, Andy." Ari sympathized.

Andy shook his head. "Don't be. It's all over now, at least." Andy prepared to leave. "See you guys later." He left the room.