YO FAM!!!

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When you find yourself asking: "What should I write on my blog today?" maybe you should leave your blog alone. Don't force the words out let them come naturally.

That's what happened to me earlier. Due to my recent blog addiction which for continuity purposes I'll call 'blogorine' pronounced (blog-oh-reen), I was at work -  first day back in over a month - yep, felt really strange - thinking about what I'd blog later. It was a tossup between the day’s events or the night before. I chose instead not to write about anything. I'd be forcing it and that's not good.

I got home and all that changed as soon as I walked through the front door.

The place was hot, I mean hot, like the-devil-was-rubbing-ointment-between-his-toes-in-the-bedroom hot. It had been a pleasant 23 degrees (73.4 °F) warm for us UK folk. Although the windows and doors had been shut all day the palace never got this hot and stuffy.

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I went into my bedroom to find the heating was on, and had been on since 7am, it was now 6pm. DAMN IT! I threw the window open and let the heat out. This was a good idea until I heard this awful rumbling sound coming from outside.

It took a few seconds to figure out the sound and I had to really search the data banks in my ears for a match - probably would have been easier to simply look out the window, so I did.
The loudest ugliest maroon coloured car was pulling into the residential car park. My flat is in a lovely area of London. It's quiet, and my neighbours are really nice. We have a private car park that the kids often use to play games and just have fun. We don't mind, at least we can see/hear them and no one drives faster than a crawl, ever.

This maroon thing gurgles its way right outside my bedroom window. The driver parks it up, but needs one of the passengers to get out and guide him into the biggest space in the world, which made me, pause and ponder, WTF!

Turns out the driver looks no older than 17yrs old, 18 at the most. He turns of the engine and that annoying sound is replaced by noise coming from the stereo.
When I say to people, "nah, I'm not really into rap music much." They look at me like: "WHY?!"

It's not that I don't like the stuff it's just the content that ticks me off. Give me some Common, Mos Def, Talib Kweli any day of the week - HIP HOP, real hip hop - thank you. But the new stuff over the last ten years or so, hey; TAKE IT ALL BACK.

This is what is pulsating through my window, even as I type these words. Added to that they're talking in what sounds like pigeon English to each other. Unfinished sentences using a particular word over and over again: "FAM!" "FAM!" 
If you're a struggling for clarity right now, 'fam' is short for 'family', it's what the kids and misguided adults are calling each other. It's like saying 'bro' or 'sis' just not as endearing.

This video is 10 minutes long, just listen to the first 45 seconds. Plus it's a global term apparently!

Every time I hear it I want to grab the person who uttered it and throw them into outer space, ARRRRRRGGGGGH I THREW YOU INTO SPACE FAM! HAAAAAAA!
  
I control myself in public on Tuesdays.

Currently the conversation has switched to guns and girls. I'm not as bored as this blog is making me sound, but I haven't had a mini rant in a few days so I'm using the guys outside as cannon fodder. I'm pretty sure there are more of them out there now; possibly a few walked in through the heavy electric gates which stopped working a few months ago.

Like I said, I like where I live, just not right now and not whilst I have an ongoing retarded discussion outside my window.

OH NO THEY DITN'T! One of them just broke a bottle, I'm going outside for a chat. Wish me luck.