Mustang over a man

 Today marks the 7th day of writing a blog each day for 30 days straight. I'm still a rolling stone, nothing on my mind, got my Cerelac, it's for 3+ months, so yea I'm 228 months old, eligible !!

Still a lot going on inside my head, a car, lots of cash and some juicy biceps, nothing makes me happier than seeing them pop from my shirt. Anyways something weird really happened today, was talking with my mom, "my beautiful Tota", and then she hits me with "ايه ده يا رورو عايزة افرح بيكي و تيتا تغني في فرحك يتربي في عزه حمادة عزه,"

Goddamn, a very weird feeling then hit me, some kind of pressure. Damn "للدرجة يا توتا باكل صدور فا عايزة تخلصي مني بسرعة اوي كده, حتي حازم بقي يقولي هتتجوزي امتي يبت". I couldn't help but reply with "ادعيلي اعمل فلوس كتير الاول بس".

Went straight to my room and then started to flex, I have juicy biceps, why would I need a man?, Nah, I'm joking I'm just waiting for the right time, a the right amount of muscles so I can get married. I'm being beyond sarcastic. Tbh I'm in a good mood, had a beautiful huge ass cup of black coffee, so yea I'm in a good mood, whenever I mention that I had coffee I remember the cringe ass American quotes, "Keep Calm, and Drink Coffee" type shit. 

I need a Mustang before I need a man, I'm just a girl who knows her priorities. A lot on my mind and I'm just sharing them on here, openly, a journey where I see what I'm capable of doing. And even if I'm in a good mood, frustrated, happy, sad, no emotions to hide.

See you tmrw !! Goodnight 

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