Playas and players.

you know the kind.

Thinks his shit don't stink, he's God's gift to all humanity, the cure for every incurable disease, and still down enough to use offensive terms such as "Mama" and "Cracker" like they're the lose change in the bottom of a homeless man's mug.

I know a couple of these types. I'm beginning to think that they're not just a breed, but a race in and of themselves. Because, really...they can do no wrong, and (silly you didn't you know?) every female that comes within 10 meters of them can't help but not jump their bones on the spot.

And then there's an entirely different type of player, one that I love. I'm speaking of the non human, ego-free, purely mechanical and digitally enhanced music players. Nifty little buggers, I tell ya. Truly help me hone into whatever mood I'm teetering on the edge of.

Take tonight, for instance. Was in an uber silly mood earlier. And then...a wave of blinding lights washed over me like that horrendous tidal wave at the end of the that Perfect Storm movie. Once recovered, I had the migraine from hell. So I took a special cocktail of this, that, and some vicodin. Within minutes I swear the angels sang a rousing chorus of "Hallelujah" as the clouds parted and allowed the sun to shine it's warmth and ... oh hell. Who am I kidding? There's no sun. For two reasons.

1) It's 11:30 at night. There's no sun at this hour, I don't live in Alaska. Which leads me to the next reason.
B) ... I live in Oregon. Where the sun don't shine for 9 months out of the year, and if you were to compare the locals to Casper, he'd win in the "best tan" category. Where the trees have so much moss on them that it looks like an old man's beard. Just...green. Eww...the visual.

So anyways, tonight's playlist is a medly of music, ranging from Heavy Metal, to Avril Lavigne, to Rancid, to Kid Rock, and a little old skill Beastie boys. It's helped me go from bitchy and pissy straight to rocking and rolling.

Those are the kind of players I like.