False aspirations.

I wish I could rap. Or maybe just beatbox.

Somebody train me in that art. I want to be a young grasshopper, that will one day grow to be a great gangsta artist.

Maybe I could make my own style. Like nerd-hip hop. Weird Al may have already patented that. Damn.

This is silly. I don't really mean it. Just a spur of the moment thought that I decided to blog about, because I am bored and waiting on this early Tuesday evening.

Damn.