Hodi? err… Kitendawili?
Once, way back when I was an intrepid not-staying-with-my-mum-Halleluyah-God-is-good-all-the-time-undergrad, I hadn’t been home in a while and when I got home I knocked on my mum’s bedroom door and said “Hodi?” My mum’s response? “Hodi- what? Don’t you mean ‘Kitendawili‘ as it sure is a mystery who you are? “. Ah- my mum the jokester!
So “hodi?” or “Kitendawili?” as the case might be.
I remember a quote from Nick the Gich who once said something like blogging is not a solo activity and people who say that they don’t blog for an audience or comments are just looking for comments. Me? I’m a ho for the blogga interaction. And this post is for all who pass by my blog. Which is decidedly low brow. And erratically updated. But!!!! There’s one quality thing— and that is the comments of my favoritest bloggas in the world. Yes— you… Ebu look at miros looking around asking “Is she referring to us?”… Yes, I am. And yes, I know kaybees is over and I should remove the link or sum’n and go sell a book on global warming or something ‘cause braddyfa*ing is it hot or what?!!!! You wake up and you can self combust in the shade….anyway, I was just looking at my blog after a loooonng time and I thought to myself…. you mofos rock!
Like for real.
Especially since when I right click my mouse, I get asked “Do you want to translate this page into English?” Boooo Hiss *chucking stuff at Bill Gates*
Back after the break!
