Oh LAWDY!

Remember back in NYC I dropped my harddrive, which had, like, all my songs, and the next two albums on it? Anyway, I got a quote from some people back in November to fix the thing (looked like being three to five hunnerd English pounds. ooh-wee!). Anyway, I aint heard nothing since, so I rang them just. They say the motor’s damaged, and shit’s gonna cost me up to £1,800.

I said

WHOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

That’s wat I said.

I was right to say it as well.

That’s real.

Then they sent me an email. It said:

The results of the diagnosis show that the disk is suffering from a severe motor/spindle failure. Unfortunately this problem prevents data recovery by conventional methods.

Recovery: £1500 – £2800

I said,

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAH!

Then I rubbed my eyes very hard, and turned the volume on the Lil Wayne mixtape up.

So, people, I gotta conundrum.

Like, serious.

There were some awesome songs on that drive. There were years worth of photos and drawings. There were the component parts of all my mixtapes, and the songs on those mixtapes.

Etc.

Do I let all that go?

Or do I sell my ass on ebay?

Answers on a postcard.

I got a nice, if slightly disturbing email just. It went:

greetings from norway .i dont want to sound like too much of an ass kisser but youre music opened up a whole new world to me as it were. i was like what a guy! what dope music!! is he takin a piss? but then i think youre not. and you look like like my best friend from childhood , he is now manic and gets electro shock treatment that sucks huh? haha but hes still the same guy , and so am i . anyway just wanted to say props! and mucho respect for this truly honest and recognazible music which i danced wardances to after a midnight bombing spree in where i made numerous throwups over quite a large area and proceeded to enter easy24 to buy a burger with my can still sticking out from my belt lining, right hand all splooshed in chrome and blue outline paint. peace!
from endre

In other news, Israel Plans Nuke Attack On Iran!

Whoo!

— Monday, January 8th, 2007

Rah though. I have started writing a blog for The Guardian. The first entry, on their request, is an explanation as to what went down with Interscope, in case you hadn’t heard. Check it here.

I recorded a new, swears-free version of Hypocrite last night. It is to be the next single. I might stop swearing on wax – one is forced to use better words. it is a good thing.

In other news, I got 9 days to find a new house. I am gonna move in with Son Of King Rebel and my little brother Ali. If anyone has a nice house they wanna put us in, holla at your motherfuggin BOY!

PS – Keith, droog, email me at the addres in the contacts section with your tattoo details in full, and I’ll do it on the train to my mam’s this weekend. PAX!

— Thursday, January 4th, 2007

So, we woke up on January 1st. Well, I didn’t fully wake up. But the PPF was screaming in agony, having danced too hard and done something rotten to its ankle. I had a black hole where my head used to be. Later we figured I’d been an angry asshole at Jeres. He thought he’d been an angry asshole. I had made the PPF angry with my angry. Or something. Hell, Ali had been starting fights with Frenchmen and headbutting people! CHILDREN! Stay away from intoxicants. Still. There are a great many rooms in the mansion. Forsooth:

“Dear Akira,

Adam”

AND A FUTURE TO Y’ALL!

(PS – don’t watch executions, there is no point, it is rotten energies mayne)

— Wednesday, January 3rd, 2007

Just super freaklabusy. I will write to you properly very soon.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

x

— Wednesday, January 3rd, 2007

— Monday, January 1st, 2007