Sunny Days and Rap Rays

Sunday Morning. It's nice out. The sun is blooming. Birds are talking. My dog is in the grass chillin on his back.

And here I am inside writing in a blog about how depressed I am to be inside. Whatever.

I have decided that this blog will be my main and my other will be dedicated to literature which I feel can't be published anywhere professional. In case you were all wondering. But then again, maybe that is too much. If I wasn't so lazy, I'd just combine the two and keep one blog. But where's the fun in that?


I think I'm going to go listen to some Viktor Vaughn and write outside. Laptop's for lovers.

Also, if you are wondering where I get my alias, Murdaface, take a guess and leave some comments. Let's play a game. If you get it right I'll give you 15 cents through paypal. (Because that is really all I have on there). It's my hiphop/pen name if you were too lazy to read the title of this. EDIT: Unless you're Andrew. Because he knows. You sly fox, you.