hey jack, it's me.

what an unusal little day. usually i am off on saturdays, leaving me to fill up on friday night, and sleep/eat off the drink in the daytime. Today though, i had to put in a hard 6, so i had to be a responsible youth, and keep my shit together and stay in. it was a time though. i tidied up and set up my new hi-fi and listened to some dusty old records. I flipped some pages and that was a night. i then awoke from my sleep at the hour of oh-five-hundred to find myself unable to get back to sleep. With that i decided to see what the old boob-tube had to offer and i found that baby blues was on, so i peeped it for a minute or five. But then what happened, you ask?? Well a little show called mr. show came on. unedited. thats right, i got to hear bad language on tv. Mind you i say fuck about 50 times a day, but for some reason hearing "shit" on network television is the highest form of entertainment to me. Oh well, now i'm spinning hot jam.. oh hey shit, thats funny. As of late everything i use or do has taken on the moniker of (monikey) bigsound. sort of like a franchise of sorts. And in the folds of that franchise lies a playlist that is pretty on time by any account. No matter what you are into, you can find a little something to listen to. real fun.