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I listen 2 tha CD player when I ride 2 work in tha morning. Probably 4 tha last month I have been listnen 2 Tribe Called Quest Low End Theory, probably my favorite CD of all time. Isn’t it funny how some songs u listen to 2 or 3 times and u get sick of them, and otherz u listen 2 2000 or 3000 times and u still dont get sick of them. I remember someone tellin me that had to do with static quality or dynamic quality or somethin like that. I never get sick of that double bass in Buggin Out and I never get sick of Q Tip’s second and fourth verse.

Tho this morning tha song iznt really doin it 4 me. I listen 2 it 2 get revved up 4 work but 2day it just isnt workin. I wonder why. I take out my headphones, turn off tha CD player and put it in my bag with my Kleenex and hairbrush. Tha problem iz now I hafta listen 2 everyone else’s bullshit on tha subway, tho in tha morning ppl are generally pretty quiet.

Well, pretty much all I listen 2 iz rap music tho ppl dont really call it rap music anymore, they call it hip hop. Either way I suppose I am a sellout cuz I listen 2 jazz rap and other rap that other white ppl listen 2, like Tribe and De La Soul and Digable Planets and of crs tha old Public Enemy. I got hooked on it in 7th grade when US3 came out with Cantaloop (Hand On Tha Torch), I used 2 go 2 tha school dances and dance 2 that song. Tha new US3 iznt as good, it iz looking like they are going 2 b 1 hit wonders and tha funny thing about their new album it iz called 52nd and Broadway, and I dont know what thatz about cuz tha only thing at Broadway and 52nd iz Flashdancers.

Well, that iz another thing I have no cares 2 go 2 a strip club with scummy crummy clients. I hear all about it at work, they dont make much of an effort 2 hide it. Ppl have no idea what a bad environment this place iz 4 girlz. They talk about sleeping ur way 2 tha top as some kind of mythology but it iz really true. They are not afraid. I dont mean 2 sound naïve but I do intend 2 b tha exeption exception 2 tha rule. I am smarter than all these girlz by a lot a lot, at least when it comes 2 math.

Well, I got an 800 on tha math SAT but I dont wanna talk about what I got on tha verbal, okay, I got a 430. That’s not very good. But u see I finished calculus my sophomore year in school so they sent me 2 tha college 2 take differential equations and linear algebra and discrete math and some other stuff. U might say I am some kind of a math genius which iz weird if ur a girl and weird if ur not Chinese. So I got this job at tha firm right out of college and by that point I had probably finished half tha classes u would need 2 get a PhD so when I started workin in tha back office processing tickets I didn’t expect I wuld b workin with a bunch of dopes. I thought everyone in tha firm would b able 2 derive Black-Scholes, but nobody even knew what tha hell it was. So I told my boss Joe that I knew how 2 derive Black Scholes and he bet me $200 that I didn’t so I did it right in front of him. I’ll spare u tha details but here iz tha equation: