Dude. Where I'm at sometimes sucks. My usual complaints are. Traffic. And. Music. But. Man. I have an extra complaint about music. And. It's not Hip Hop. It's. That stupid Hip Pop. Clipse. Don't let me down.

Most radio stations have a portion in one of their shows where they debut "new" music. Well. Why is it the new music that gets debuted here is either. Not new. Or. Garbage. Most likely bolth. Seriously. Not. Once. Twice. But. Thrice this week. The songs have been horrible. What makes this garbage hat trick worse. Is. People have called up to say they like the songs. One was about. Chicken noodle soup. And. This other song sampled a nursery rhyme. It was. Do you're ears hang low. What do I think of it? It sounds like an ice cream truck with bass is driving by.

You're probably thinking. Or. Should be thinking. Make up your mind Lex. First you complain the music is only about. Strizzip Clubs. Or. Snow. Or. Jewelz. With a Z. Now someone starts rapping about stuff that isn't that. And. It's not up to par? Just because someone doesn't rap about that stuff is it automatically supposed to be good? Aytch. E. Double Ellz Gnaw. It's one thing to rap about the tussin. Which. Brings up my second rant.

The other thing I complain about. Is Yourspace. Hyperbole warning. People either. Appear to be infinitely. A. Popular. B. Interesting. C. Mysterious. D. Any combination of the above. And. Man. Not only did I hear a garbage rap. It was about Yourspace. In the middle of traffic. The trifecta of trying to make me not be in a good mood.