There's a new single out. I mean, of course it's not new because Tupac is dead. He's just very good at predicting the shoes of the future. You be the judge.

In other news, mama's tired. We've been looking for a place to live at Big Apple Pants, Inc for three days now. I will explain what's wrong with every single one in detail at a later time, but maybe, just maybe, we've found the one we love. This one goes out to you, 882 apt A!