Am I the only person on the planet who sweats while working out? Seriously, in a room full of women, after an hour of jumping around and vehemently denying that Billy Jean was ever my lover, I look around and see a flurry of perfectly styled bangs, still poofed from their morning run-ins with hair dryers and styling gizmos. Meanwhile I look like Andie McDowell at the end of Four Weddings and Funeral, only slightly more red and slightly less MAKING OUT WITH HUGH GRANT. I don’t know whether to be ashamed or proud. I do know that I am eating lasagna tonight.
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That’s What She Read
Numbers:
number of jobs I've applied to: 76
number of books I read in Cameroon: 248
number of times i fell off a moto: 1
number of grubs eaten: 1 (sadly it tasted nothing like chicken)
number of chickens killed: 2
number of flights missed: 1
number of times i tried to walk through the metro turnstyle without putting in my token: 1 too many
number of books I read in Cameroon: 248
number of times i fell off a moto: 1
number of grubs eaten: 1 (sadly it tasted nothing like chicken)
number of chickens killed: 2
number of flights missed: 1
number of times i tried to walk through the metro turnstyle without putting in my token: 1 too many
Thats What She Saw
That’s What She Said A While Ago:
- May 2010
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- January 2010
- September 2009
- June 2009
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- November 2008
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- December 2007
- November 2007
- October 2007
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- February 2007
- January 2007
- December 2006
- November 2006
Could be genetics at work. I have it on good authority that if a certain parental unit of yours moves, that parental unit sweats. I have pictures. And you’re welcome. And thanks for the lasagne. Can mine be beef? With extra cheese?
dude. i too am a kindred sweater. i feel your pain.
Sorry sir. Chicken. Cluck Cluck. Also, spinach! Bwhahahaha…(is that how one spells an evil laugh?) But there will be a ‘monkey-lovin’ truck load of cheese.