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Damn you Roseanne Connor! I got tangled up in your web of funny and was up waaaay past my bedtime. Last night was like the worst seep I have gotten in like 6 months. I was hot, uncomfy, and I don’t think I ever really went to sleep. I just nodded for a couple of hours.
Watched the History of Sex on The History Channel. Ewww, white folks is nasty! And I now know where the term sadomasochist comes from. It’s bad when terms like that are named after actual people due to their perverse escapades and beliefs.
The vocal delivery of Living for the City us crazy. I love it!
Who was that that was upset by Mario’s large nostrils?
Alright…a good start to a day is when you hear Living for the City and Thuggish Ruggish Bone in one morning. Hell Yeah! God if time doesn’t fly. Bone came out in 1994. Shit, that was 15 years ago. Whatever happened to Tasha?
My face Janet Songs:
Come Back To Me
Alright
24 Play
All Nite
So Much Betta
I Get So Lonely
Where is Outkast? Andre Benjamin 3000 Lackadaisical Jones, where you be?
Can’t wait til March so I can go see Boyz II Men again. Damn, ain’t no concerts coming next month.
Being in California and hearing those 1996 Westside Connection songs makes them less appealing. Like, maybe West Coast Music is more appealing from afar.
Where is Adina Howard? Where is Dave Hollister…outside of the Steve Harvey Morning Show theme song.
Oooh ooohh oooh oooh Bullshit! So on KJLH there is a little recorded thingy from Janet saying Happy Holidays from my family to yours and then they played THIS IS IT. Hence, why I am listening to some Black Eyed peas sounding shit. Speaking of, that Im’a Be song starts off hella crunk then goes straight Jamiroquai.
Kewl, 3 Stevie songs on the radio so far this morning. Learned something: Stevie Wonder won an Oscar for I Just Called To Say I Love You. Ooh, his music got banned in South Africa for giving a shout out to Mandela during the acceptance speech. DAMN!
God, I don’t want to be at work… ever!
Stars and the Moon makes me feel like singing an dancing and twirling all happy like. Something in the mannerism I feel compelled to do reminds me of Mike. All Charlie Chaplin like.
You can be a bad motha (shut yo mouth), but I really don’t think I’d want a lawyer named Zulu Ali representing me in a court of law.
I sure wouldn’t mind a stiff one
That Black Magic song by Santana sounds very very mui caliente and sexy.
Ha, Dominos is crazy. Their new slogan for changing their pizza recipe is: Oh Yes We Did
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