Get the 'Trish Face' going (among other things)
1. Get the Trish Face going!!
Remember the way Trish's eyeballs bulged out of her head when she realized the Bachelor's friend had been in the house listening to her stories about threesomes and affairs with married men?
Yeah, the Trish Face.
(And don't kill me for watching "The Bachelor" ... to be honest, I like the poignant guitar music at the end after some of the girls have been dumped, when they cry into the camera and say, "I don't know what happened; I thought we really made a connection."
2. So I was freestyling against my man Jas today. I don't even remember who won. Worst idea ever. Two guys stumbling around for 10 minutes. It was fantastic.
I went by 8 Mile, talked to my man Em, set up a free battle, and started. Here, you can see Em tryin' to stop crying, cause I'm flowing so tight (not pictured). However you can even see this dude in the audience gaping in awe. Look at the admiration in those eyes. I signed his hate...I mean HAT afterwards.
3. Writing this blog is like running a marathon -- it seemed like a good idea at the time, then you're at mile No. 16, you need to pee, your toenails are falling off, fraternity guys wearing viking helmets are passing you, and you just want to throw yourself off a bridge. That's how I feel right now.
Remember the way Trish's eyeballs bulged out of her head when she realized the Bachelor's friend had been in the house listening to her stories about threesomes and affairs with married men?
Yeah, the Trish Face.
(And don't kill me for watching "The Bachelor" ... to be honest, I like the poignant guitar music at the end after some of the girls have been dumped, when they cry into the camera and say, "I don't know what happened; I thought we really made a connection."
2. So I was freestyling against my man Jas today. I don't even remember who won. Worst idea ever. Two guys stumbling around for 10 minutes. It was fantastic.
I went by 8 Mile, talked to my man Em, set up a free battle, and started. Here, you can see Em tryin' to stop crying, cause I'm flowing so tight (not pictured). However you can even see this dude in the audience gaping in awe. Look at the admiration in those eyes. I signed his hate...I mean HAT afterwards.
3. Writing this blog is like running a marathon -- it seemed like a good idea at the time, then you're at mile No. 16, you need to pee, your toenails are falling off, fraternity guys wearing viking helmets are passing you, and you just want to throw yourself off a bridge. That's how I feel right now.
