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My Mr Endowed ....Toh bahd

Ok. firstly, i'm the absolute last person that you'd ever hear say the words "toh bahd" or any of all the other phrases/words/slangs coined or made popular by Mohits. Frankly i think they (not Mohits, the words/slangs/phrases....although....)sound slightly retarded. But! i've been in a bit of a mood lately. Adjusting to Superman not being around, we're on the same timezone but we might as well not be. He's trying, God bless him. But its still not the same. plus, a bunch of other stuff. And have I mentioned that I miss him so much ...yeah. its a physical ache.

Anyways, woke up this morning, late. So i couldnt go to the gym. Which added to my bad mood. so on my way to work, (my music player is on shuffle) D Banj's "Mr Endowed" came up. I remember when the song came out and twitter folk where yammering on and on about it lacking lyrical quality. Well do u remember my post on LAB? lyrically acclaimed bullshit? yah! anyways, i couldnt help but dance when the song came on. It totally lifted my mood. For that I am grateful to DBanj and especially Don Jazzy.

That being said, I'm dedicating the song to my Mr Endowed. *blush* his face, endowed. his upper body, endowed. his lower body, endowed. And most importantly, his heart, endowed. with love, for me.....

*insert another blush*

p.s. LDRs are still horrible. But i can tell you that its so much harder to fight with someone u cant see. Hence ALOT of talking and communication. #deepsigh


however, i'm #nowplaying Nothing by janet Jackson. i swear that this song has been following me about.

Have a lovely weekend.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Lower body....... endowed?...o babe!...some naughty thoughts are going through my head now o!..i would take it out on hubby...*wink*..

DBanj...he is trying..but just have a passive interest in his songs.
Nee Fe Mi said…
Yes o ...you keep communicating, thats all you can do, no holding it in, and try to resolve it always...

hope Mr Endowed gets to see this...still don't like the song btw

nice to have you on twitter now... hugs :)
Fabulo-la said…
Awwwwwwww!
*sigh*


The quests of LDRs...


Yea...still dont like that song either..and tht 'to behd' everyone keeps saying?

if u ever catch me utter those words, feel free to slap it out of my mouth.
Ugh
solakuti said…
LOL @ lower body endowed...
Berean Girl said…
LDR's need a lotta communication... *sigh*
Anonymous said…
TeHEe,i think i like this page!New to blogging my buttchecks!!!
Hmmm lowe body endowed uh?!!!My comments reserved for later!!!
I think i follow!
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