50 Cent Has A Lot Of Money

"I got this off the dollar menu? Get it? Ah, nevermind."

Ladies and Gentlemen, as you probably don't know from my Myspace blog (Seeing as it's now set to private) I did a post where I delved into the psyche of "Haters", and the intricacies of their hating. As a quick synopsis of that write-up, I theorized that the primary goal of Haters is to "Get you mad", and asked a Hater about some of the things he hated, which was every subject I brought up. An important point I brought up was the time-tested principle to simply "let the Haters hate, and watch the money pile up", because when you let the Haters hate, the money, ostensibly, will pile up.

Curtis "Fiddy Cent" Jackson, of course, is a pioneer in letting the money pile up, as seen in the above picture, where he is shown eating money like beef steaks. This was taken from a photo shoot in which the not-very-controversial rapper plays around with half a million dollars just to show how rich he is. Believe me, he's quite rich. According to 50:

"As you can observe, I have acquired a decadent surplus of personal capital, through my prolific talent as a musical recording artist. Ever since my inception as a performer of hip-hop, I conceived powerful dark recidivist undertones in every orchestration, and cultivating a felonious moniker for myself in every stanza, inevitably resulting in me getting money. My personal wealth consequently has exploded to prodigious proportions, necessitating an exhibition of my extravagance. GGGG-Unit."

Indeed, 50 Cent has made quite a killing from Gangsta Rap, detailing his life as a gangster on the streetz. Like most gangsters, 50 is quite successful as an entrepreneur, starring in his own movie, having his own video game, a clothing line made by Thai children, and of course, his own fragrance, Scent of Fiddy.

"Normal" Picture Of Lady GaGa; I Hate Myspace

This is Lady GaGa before The Fame overtook her. They say that fame changes people, and I guess they mean that literally.



I know I just posted a bunch of GaGa pics, but I'm not obsessed. Really. I mean, I know, last night I had a dream where Alison Angel and I were making out in the middle of the highway, and I was like "Oh, Stefani..." and she was all, like "Stefani!? You cad!" and slapped me with a white glove and then stormed off. Suddenly, I saw Lady GaGa standing there with her meat dress on, and we started getting romantic and I started eating the meat off of her. Then I woke up screaming and sweating heavily, and realized it was just a dream and was all "Oh, phew. Close one."

But then I made the biggest mistake of my life: I went back to sleep. I had another dream where I was watching a really super unfunny Olivia Munn segment on The Daily Show, when out of the blue, Lady GaGa came out of nowhere and kicks Olivia Munn into a giant creme pie and then grabs a mic and starts singing "Just Dance" and all these robots were dancing and I started eating the robots because I realized they were made out of meat. Then I woke up screaming and sweating heavily. My heart was racing. I got out of bed to splash some cold water on my face. Then I looked up at the mirror of my bathroom, and suddenly, I saw the reflection of Lady GaGa standing behind me. I woke up again, from that dream-within-a-dream scenario and was awake for reals this time.

So, today, I listened to nothing but Death Metal and Gangster Rap, so that I would be able to sleep without having those haunting images in my mind.

I also logged onto Myspace today, and of course, once again, they completely changed the user interface and site layout for no reason. To my knowledge, killing the brand-name familiarity of your website is probably is not going to increase the number of users, although, probably nothing is going bring Myspace back, not even Justin Timberlake. It's mostly a matter of one social network passing the torch onto the next one, which has happened before, and probably will happen again when someone does the obvious and invents a site like Facebook, but just far less annoying.

Speaking of Facebook, my mom is on Facebook, and she went through my "Likes", and didn't like that I liked Lady GaGa. Sure, Eminem is okay, but Lady GaGa is unacceptable. Anyhow, that's where my Lady GaGa obsession began, because in order to rebel against my parents, I have to listen to lots and lots of Lady GaGa songs.

Also, as a bonus picture... In my last post, I mentioned that there is a mouse with a human ear on it's back. Now mind you, this is real. I wanted to post a picture of it, but the pictures were kinda nazzzty, so I found a very sexy picture of the mouse-with-human-ear, being held by a naked woman, so enjoy: