Shite Music.

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Inspiration. Inspiration. Inspiration.
Yes, I can't think of what to write, it's not exactly a surprise. The same bloody thing happens every time I write one of these. Literally, every time.
Well, I'm going to probably end up writing about "Worldly Events" and offending people, but for the moment I'll write about something relevant to my life.
Okay, so I've just been sitting there for the last five minutes biting my nails and thinking of what to write, and all I came up with is the fact that I might go and get my hair cut soon. The annoying this is that I've already done a blog on hairdressers, so I'll have to think of something else.
Ooh...erm...
Brainwave!
Chav music. I'm apparently obsessed with it anyway so it shouldn't be so hard to "rant" on about. I hate that word (rant), it's the sort of word people use to try and be funny, it's a weird fact that when I started doing these, I wasn't even aiming to be funny, it was just quite a boring afternoon at the time and one thing led to another...
Geeh, I sound like I'm confessing to rape.
Anyway, back to completely not ranting on about chav music. Actually, lets call it rubbish music, because although people that pour petrol through your letterbox tend to listen to the sound of an angry six year old having a tantrum in a kitchen, it's not the only shite music around.
My mother listens to Magic FM, which only seems to play the same five songs over and over and over again...
I'll go back to that soon, but for the moment I'll go back to not ranting on about chav music.
When the first person thought of rap music, they were obviously very stupid or having a laugh. Firstly, it should have a "C" in front of it. And there is no way that it is music either.
The worst of this is 50 cent, of whom I shall call 25 pence as I am British, and apparently I've got to be proud of that for some reason ... even though I do not yet know what reason it is. Sorry, Mr. Cent.
I searched his lyrics on the internet and then sub consequently spat in disgust as it's all about pursuing blonde women, and words that begin with "N" that I'm not allowed to put on here that he is...apparently. I would also like to merely emit the fact that I can rap better than him, but as I don't live in "da ghetto" I am not cool like him and therefore I cannot get "da honeyz." It's also annoying in the way that Rihanna has a song with ONE whole lyric; "Umbrella...ella...ella...ella...ella...ella...ella...eh...eh...under my umbrella...ella...ella...ella...ella..."
It's just stupid, and her newest song, Disturbia, isn't even a word. The bloody woman couldn't rhyme the lyrics properly so she made it up.
Now for the names. 50 cent is stupid. Rihanna sounds like some sort of STD. Dizzee Rascal sounds like some sort of Disney character. And there are also a load of people called "Mc" something. McShit for example.
It's pathetic.
And now for Magic FM. If you like Bryan Adams on loop, it the one for you. Or The Carpenters. And all they say on that bloody thing is "Mellow Magic" about five times every ten seconds. And then put on about 9,000 Dreams adverts just in case you didn't get annoyed enough.
One day, the security guard is going to have to go all the way in to that place and try to put out the fire on the stereo that has just played the same CD for the past five years, over and over again...
You watch.
Oh, and do that survey on the right, just for the heck of it.
Thanks.