like this, like that

like this, like that, like this, an' huh...

for the last two days, i have walked around obsessed with snoop dogg lyrics tattooed on my brain. not that it's a bad thing necessarily, but the urge to whip out the next line in some of snoop's better songs is just too great.

la de da da da...
muthafcukin' snoop dee-oh-double gee.

these words will get me fired if uttered from my lips while talking with a client, or talking to any another person in my office for that matter, regardless, of how loudly the bass may be thumping in my head. i work in a professional, uber conservative setting -- dropping lines about bitches and hos will not win me any props wit' ma niggas in the office.

which is partially why it's been so much fun.

c'mon think about the irony for a second -- thirty-year-old white, suburban professional woman rapping about tappin' dat ass, hos up and jeans down -- while driving around in her big honkin' suburban-assault-vehicle (sav for those in the know) while carrying a coach, head and shoulders bopping like a gansta.

think about this.

i'm sure snoop dee-oh-double gee was not expecting see-a-are-l-double e-n when he crooned some of these songs. these songs take me back to growing up in the 'hood, with a heart and soul bursting with a brash, a fcuk you attitude that doesn't give a shit about what you think, only about breaking out of where i was and breaking down others perceptions. like that, like this.

just chill.
'til the next episode.