Okay. Wow.
I’m mostly recovered from what I’d say was the biggest “Is this thing on??” moment of my past year of blogging. Lesson learned: my readers hate Russian lesbians. Got it.
Homophobes.
Was it the “FUCK YES LESBIANS!” that was a little too much for all of you?
I guess next time I’ll have to tone down the profanities.
“FUCK YES I-EXPERIMENTED-IN-COLLEGE GIRLS!” will have to do.
But look…it’s not my fault okay? The newf hasn’t been tuned in to popular music (aside from Flo Rida, of course, but that’s because he’s a genius…apparently) since the early 2000s so every now and then my morning commute is brought to you by the musical stylings of Kelly Rowland and Nelly collabos, Darude and other moments best forgotten by time.
It’s also brought to you by the letter ‘H’ but that’s a different story altogether.
It’s like a high school video dance packed into a Honda Civic, people.
THAT’S NOT SOMETHING THAT YOU CAN JUST WALK AWAY FROM.
That shit sticks with you all day long.
Did you think it was EASY to be caught humming K-Ci and JoJo at the office?
Did you think I LIKED tapping my toe along with JaRule and Ashanti?
No. No it wasn’t and no I didn’t.
This blog is my outlet and sometimes – SOMETIMES – I need to use it to release the unnatural pressure of cliché music from my youth and I’m afraid you’re just going to have to deal with it. It’s not like the newf is all of a sudden going to figure out which bands who matter today – Jesse McCartney, Girlicious and Lil Wayne, obviously. This is a long-term problem that requires your support.
So it may not be tomorrow or the next day or even the next month, but I need to know that when I break into the full rap of How Many Licks that you’re going to have my back when I do it. You’re either with me or against me.
Where my Sisqos at?