Shake it like a polaroid picture
So I just got back from a hilarious shopping trip with Shashorama and DJ Steph. Brilliant, as all wacky posse excursions are. We were in the Office Place for half a second and suddenly “Hey Ya!” started playing over the speakers, forcing me to rock out with much wackiness and dancing. The clerks tittered, abashed, and Shashi was suddenly confused, as she’d never heard the song.
“Never??” I exclaimed. Soon as we arrived at my home, I pulled them to my computer so they could hear the mp3 I had ripped from my friend’s copy of The Love Below. As it blasted over the speakers, I observed Shashi looking around the room, at the walls, the ceiling, the shelves of books, the bed piled high with papers and the bling stereo.
“So this is where you blog from,” she stated. Her voice was filled with quiet awe, as if she was a small crippled child visiting the cockpit of an airplane.
I couldn’t stop laughing.
(Aside: Check it out, I managed to fantastically make a screenshot of Benjamin Andre from the music video I stole from the INTERNET. Wait a second… Benjamin Andre? B. Andre? Shashi, are you thinking what I’m thinking? Oh, Brandon.)