November 03, 2004
I know you'd rather
see me die
than to see me fly
-- P. Diddy, Mase and Notorious BIG
I survived after all -- despite all of the ominous warnings from P Diddy and everyone over at MTV, VH-1 and BET – trying to persuade me to “Vote or Die.” I’m still breathing. I didn’t exercise my right yesterday due to various paperwork and other issues that I won’t get into (because you know that I loathe talking politics). But I couldn’t help but look over my shoulder all day…
First there were the zealous wearers of the “I voted” stickers in the office. Each one stopped by my door to chat, but I knew their ulterior motive, to see if I, too, had the sticker. I escaped having to offer an explanation except to one person on my hall. And that turned out ok because she didn’t look at me disapprovingly or pull out a gat and cap my non-voting ass.
But I was still nervous… in an attempt to sway karma in my favor (and for the record, I don’t believe in karma), I proceeded to rev up my Windows Media player with what I call the “Hip Hop Mix.” I chose this mix because it contains several cuts from Bad Boy’s Greatest Hits album. Come on P Diddy – are you feeling me, man?
And P Diddy answered at 5 p.m. yesterday when I flipped on the BET. (What up 106 and Park, y’all! Represent! Your white asses need to be watching this shit, for real). There he was – in full on voting regalia. The crowd was chanting and pumping fists in the air, “VOTE OR DIE, VOTE OR DIE.” Suddenly, my head began to ache. Diddy looks right at me and says, “You ain’t got no excuse, the polls ain’t close yet, get out there now and vote or die.” I would, Diddy, but you see, I am registered in my hometown – I can’t vote this time… The crowd reaches a fevered pitch: “VOTE OR DIE, VOTE OR DIE!!” I break out into a sweat and flip over to catch a rerun of “Friends” before I pass out in fear.
I was awakened by a noise at 11:30 and as I peered out from under my blanket, I half expected to see some MTV/BET posse lead by the super obnoxious, way too damn old to be on MTV Kurt Loder and Diddy himself. But fortunately, they are probably too busy kicking every ass under 30 in the state of Ohio to worry about one little vote in our state, right? RIGHT????
than to see me fly
-- P. Diddy, Mase and Notorious BIG
I survived after all -- despite all of the ominous warnings from P Diddy and everyone over at MTV, VH-1 and BET – trying to persuade me to “Vote or Die.” I’m still breathing. I didn’t exercise my right yesterday due to various paperwork and other issues that I won’t get into (because you know that I loathe talking politics). But I couldn’t help but look over my shoulder all day…
First there were the zealous wearers of the “I voted” stickers in the office. Each one stopped by my door to chat, but I knew their ulterior motive, to see if I, too, had the sticker. I escaped having to offer an explanation except to one person on my hall. And that turned out ok because she didn’t look at me disapprovingly or pull out a gat and cap my non-voting ass.
But I was still nervous… in an attempt to sway karma in my favor (and for the record, I don’t believe in karma), I proceeded to rev up my Windows Media player with what I call the “Hip Hop Mix.” I chose this mix because it contains several cuts from Bad Boy’s Greatest Hits album. Come on P Diddy – are you feeling me, man?
And P Diddy answered at 5 p.m. yesterday when I flipped on the BET. (What up 106 and Park, y’all! Represent! Your white asses need to be watching this shit, for real). There he was – in full on voting regalia. The crowd was chanting and pumping fists in the air, “VOTE OR DIE, VOTE OR DIE.” Suddenly, my head began to ache. Diddy looks right at me and says, “You ain’t got no excuse, the polls ain’t close yet, get out there now and vote or die.” I would, Diddy, but you see, I am registered in my hometown – I can’t vote this time… The crowd reaches a fevered pitch: “VOTE OR DIE, VOTE OR DIE!!” I break out into a sweat and flip over to catch a rerun of “Friends” before I pass out in fear.
I was awakened by a noise at 11:30 and as I peered out from under my blanket, I half expected to see some MTV/BET posse lead by the super obnoxious, way too damn old to be on MTV Kurt Loder and Diddy himself. But fortunately, they are probably too busy kicking every ass under 30 in the state of Ohio to worry about one little vote in our state, right? RIGHT????
Posted by Amy at 13:34:58 |
Grace wrote: