Let’s have real talk. It’s been a minute. The problem with having a less than anonymous blog is that you can’t really say what you want. In the beginning of the CD, we were much more upfront with our shitalkery and badassery. Now, a year later, we can’t say what’s on our minds in fear of making someone angry, upset, jealous, incontinent, impotent or unable to do their Kool-Aid dance on the corner of Monument and Nansemond. There have been so many shenanigans that we haven’t spoken on. And that sucks. A lot. I can’t speak for B, but from now on, I am making the solemn vow to get back to good and say exactly what’s on my mind. I now no longer care if you think I go out too much, if I’m being a bitch, if I’m hooking up with this person or that person because frankly, if you don’t like it, don’t read it. I’m going to be a truth terrorist up in this bitch. Don’t piss me off at da club, because I’ll be sure to blog about it straight away. Cheers!