Ugandans and proper channels of communication: To one the other does not exist. I shall just switch off the comments bit of this blog because instead of complaining there, people complain to me personally, like in real life society, when I have even forgotten what it is I blogged that they take issue with.
Like dude who recently voiced his dissatisfaction with the conclusion of the Black Captain Kills Sidney story. Felt that I chickened out and left the whole thing to a limpid and weak ending. It really dented my self-esteem, that.
Because he was right. I shrugged. Sometimes the instinct to preserve good taste prevails over the desire to make a good story. I know I am now competing with The Matrix Trilogy and premature ejaculation for most disappointing ending, but what can I do? Sidney sits right next to me at this office. After a while you start to feel a bit guilty.
Let me see you one-two step, I love it when you one-two step. And, I know this is a wierd thing to complain about, but why is it impossible to find an Internet picture of Toni Braxton with clothes on?
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