Before this blog dies a slow and painful death; like Bobby and Whitney’s marriage, I had to jump in.
Lots going on. Kwa ufupi here’s the low-down:
I am back on the diet wagon. I unceremoniously fell off and landed on the freeway. Got up, dusted myself off and pushed the wagon into the nearby ditch. It’s been 3 weeks since I have been seriously back on the wagon and I gotta say, it’s working out well for me. I have lost a good amount of weight and I am quite happy with myself for sticking to the diet and exercise plan. Here’s the skinny on my getting back on track: I am secretly trying to go back to the weight I had when I first came to this country, many moons ago. That and the fact that you can never be too thin or too rich.
Went back to school for that over-talked about, my-inheritance-depends-on-it 2nd degree. The only reason I keep showing up for class is because there’s a dreading song that keeps playing over and over in my head: .Someni Vijana, ongezeni pia bidii, Mwisho wa kusoma, mtapata kazi nzuri sana.” WTH?!! Whose is the guy who wrote that track? He should be found out and put back in school!!
Then I started messing with a certain guy…*sigh*. Actually, he has been trying to derail me from my chastity walk…ashindwe!! There’s is mad, crazy sexual attraction between us. Lucky for us most of our friends are oblivious to what’s going on. It’s soo clande…
We have had several make-out sessions…all I can say is: mmm,mmm, mmm good!(and I ain’t talking about Campbell Soup). The brother is highly skilled. His kisses makes me melt. His touch makes me yearn for more, and his tongue…well lets just say cloud nine has nothing on me! LOL!
Sadly, I have to end all this fooling around because I am more for a relationship while he wants relations. Gone are the days when I was 20, young, dumb and playing around was all that. Been there, done that got the badges, scars and the t-shirt too. Now, not anymore. I’m grown and I have a different perspective on relationships. It’s all or nothing for me and he can’t give me that right now.
So, there you have it. This chic is mighty busy juggling fighting temptations, a weight-scale and textbooks. I am silently praying for that Thanksgiving break…