This past Sunday was Cereal Sunday. ‘Cereal’ because that’s the main meal for breakfast… Or lunch. Depending on how late I end up waking up. I usually just eat a big bowl of cereal while watching mindless crap on TV. But this Sunday was a bit different. This Sunday I had soundtrack for eating cereal.

On Saturday my neighbor had one of those ‘reduce the crap that clutters my condo’ yard sales. The sale was going right outside my unit. So, it was a hard yard sale to ignore. I went out to meet the neighbors for the first time, nice people, and see what kind of gear they were selling.

I went through one bin of cd’s. They were stuff I would normally not listen to. The neighbor a hand full of cd’s for sale. Each cd was going for one dollar or two dollars. I ended up grabbing two cd’s of the same artist. Two cd’s I wouldn’t normally buy ever if at full price. Two cd’s I’d never thought I’d add to my library. But living in Atlanta I felt it almost mandatory to buy.

Besides… It would make a great soundtrack to Cereal Sunday.

Sunday comes along and I get a bowl of Special K wild berries cereal together. While it may sound like pussy-cereal it really is quite good. Flakes with berries covered in yogurt. Don’t diss at the cereal of choice. Fuck you if you think otherwise.

Anyway… Forgive my rant. It was uncalled for…

I get my bowl of cereal together, sit down, and eat same tasty flakes and berries while listening to today’s soundtrack and new addition to my library.

Move Bitch By Ludacris

Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way

OH NO! The fight’s out
I’m a ’bout to punch yo…lights out
Get the FUCK back, guard ya grill
There’s somethin’ wrong, we can’t stay still
I’ve been drankin’ and bustin’ two
and I been thankin’ of bustin’ you
Upside ya motherfuckin’ forehead
And if your friends jump in, “Ohhh gurrlll”, they’ll be mo’ dead
Causin’ confusion, Disturbin Tha Peace
It’s not an illusion, we runnin the streets
So bye-bye to all you groupies and golddiggers
Is there a bumper on your ass? NO NIGGA!
I’m doin’ a hundred on the highway
So if you do the speed limit, get the FUCK outta my way
I’m D.U.I., hardly ever caught sober
and you about to get ran the FUCK over

How appropriate for Sunday morning breakfast. At the same time, my wife was un-amused by my music selection.

Tags: cds, cereal, ludacris, move bitch, neighbor, Special K, sunday, yard sale