Heat Wave

Fucking hell! It’s quarter to one in the afternoon here in the third world and I’m dying. I thought it would be cool to go jogging for an hour (instead of having lunch) but dammit, it’s soo fucking hot outside! And with my long hair, it feels like I’m in HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It’s like 35 degrees (celcius) or something. I probably could just sit on the sidewalk and sweat my fat away without moving but I don’t wanna get skin cancer.

Fuck this bollocking exercise shiyet. I’m not gonna deny I’m not built for this exercise or jogging bullcrap. You know, with this nasty heat going on, I’m getting these weird thoughts of me pulling a Britney because having long hair sucks. I’m actually considering getting a baby mohican but I figured I’m too old for that and I don’t wanna jeopardize some of my pending projects *wink*. But yeah… decisions decisions.

Bah! I’m going to the mall. I have shopping to do. I have a little dinner tonight and I wanna make sure I look nice and presentable.

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Baboosh mother fuckers!