Subject: a-reeba-derchi

Mood: pleased
Music: Limp Bizkit something

That French or Italian phrase has been stuck in my head for a few minutes now, and I have no clue what it even means... and even less of a clue how to spell it.

I'm just hanging out on my NASCAR boards - mainly Junior's and Mikey's - shooting the breeze with some of the regulars and not even really talking racing. But oh well. It's Wednesday, so there's not much to talk about.

I got an email from someone named Amber today. She is putting together a book of Eminem fanfiction and poems, and she's wanting to include my poem/rap "Eminemin' Generation". It's been on fanfiction.net as long as I have. It's from 2000, and I say right in the description that I think it's a piece of junk. I gave it a two-star rading on my website, aka 'bites monkeys'. But then I read it over today, and it doesn't seem that bad. So is it because somebody else appears to like my poem/rap that I now like it too, or is it because I haven't read it in a while and am now reevaluating it under different standards? Nevertheless, it's kind of funny that my fanfic's getting published when I didn't actively seek publication. I'm not about that anymore. I gave her permission to publish "Eminemin' Generation" though.

A'ight, guess that's it for now.

- deej

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