If I missed a Friday I'd get a gentle email reminder. So I started Sunday Soul and occasional Quiet Storms like they used to do on black r&b/soul radio stations across the US starting in the early seventies.
I think I have a much younger base of readers now. Say so because I am more likely to get snide email remarks and ageist comments about the jams thrown around here.
Whatever Hillary Duffs ...
Wait till your twenty-sumthen ass is 47 and Brittney and Beyonce bring a tear to yo' eyes. It's sad that folks like that even exist today but two decades from now it will be a tragedy of your generation. :0)
So, three themes run through me head today.
One: I f*ck a lot with white people and whiteness; Two: I don't nearly f*ck enough in South Africa and therefore I'm virtually insane; Three: the blog accumulated over seven hundred total hits yesterday and today according to Google stats because I keeps it real.
Yeah Guru I said over 700 hundred. What you think just you and your mamma read here? She don't do she? ... I hope not cause the word f*ck may just cause an aneurism or worse she could just regret the irresponsible nasty sh*t that led to you and file to disown your middle-age ass.
Dunno ;0) but turn up the volume anyway b*tch and see how the themes relate to the cuts below.
PS: Ummm moms if you reading here you need to ignore number two. But don't worry I'm working on getting my scores up. Would do so this weekend but the petrol strike is f*cking with the range of my game.
And yeah I'm using protection moms. I always keep one eye open to make sure her man is not pulling up into the driveway. For real.
Just jiving moms. Its easier to just pay for the nasty. Cause you end up paying anyway you slice it.