Chocolate milk reminds me of a more innocent time. When I was probably around 7 years old. It reminds me of going to a restaurant, ordering a chocolate milk, and coloring on the little play-mat adventure thing. Truly a trip to a more innocent time. Obviously, this is some stupid fucking insignificant thing I’m thinking of that for no apparent reason, I remember. What’s so special about chocolate milk?! Honestly?!?! I might never know, but I don’t want to talk about that any more.
On an unrelated note, the new Soulfly sucks ass. I’ve never heard any of their other shit, but the new one absolutely blows. Max Cavalera is dead to me. Not really, but c’mon. That’s why ladies and gentlemen, I bring you a very important message to remember about albums you may or may not look forward to:
DON’T BELIEVE THE HYPE!
Anyone who’s ever listened to Public Enemy knows this. That annoying bastard Flava Flav is screaming that shit at you. I mean……gah. I still like PE though. My like for them sprouted from my love of Anthrax, and I never saw a problem with old-school hip-hop. I mean fuck, Run-D.M.C. were totally fucking cool. If you don’t think so, you are honestly a lesser person in my eyes.
Heh…not like that means anything to you. I’m just the loser with a keyboard and too much time on my hands.
In case any of you are interested, Phantom of the Opera by Iron Maiden is mesmerizing my mind as I type. There’s just something about Di’Anno-era Maiden that the Bruce-era lacks. It has more of a punk overtone. I think Bruce-era stuff is awesome too, don’t get me wrong. But it differs from the Di’Anno-era big time.