Prime

I don't know what to name this blog. Should I call it "leg day" nah that's too basic. Sipping my double shot espresso. And strangely enough when I was ordering a lady was at the cashier with her kids. 

طنط: ايه ده انتي بتشربيه ازاي تقيل اوي
انا: بقولك ايه ده بقي مع سجارة علي الريق كده حوار
طنط: اه ما انا جوزي بيعمل كده بردو. حضرتك بتدخني ؟ 
انا: لا انا كنت بهزر مع حضرتك يا حبيبتي اه والله 
ابنها: ايه ده يا ماما هي طنط بتشرب سجاير؟ 
لا يا حبيبي ديه كانت بتهزر معايا. 
والله فرصة سعيدة انا اسعد و الجو ده 

 And tbh there was this huge ass smile while talking to that lady. Funny interacton. A couple of minutes before that. 
كنت بصلي العصر في الجامع فا ست عجوزة دخلت بقولها نصلي جماعة قالتلي يلا و بتاع. صلينا الحمدلله بقولها انتي بتعملي ايه هنا بقي. 
قالتلي جاية هنا علشان الجاكوزي. 
ااه الجااااكوزي. هو ده الكلااااام. 

Yea today was a great fucking day. Had a quiz at uni. The exam started 10:30 am. But me being Iram. I went there 11:03 am. My aura was too strong. I still got in. YEA bitches. Went off with my dearest Menna. And two juicy "بطاطس بالسلطة" were waiting for me. So yea. Devoured that shit. A cup of tea afterwards. Classic. Staples. Essentials. 

Yes baby. Leg day. Some weights are waiting for me. I can feel my prime. I don't know. But I feel extremely good. Will finish this juicy workout. Go home to make the craziest meal ever. Since that I've been like 3 months unemployed. I can pretty much say that I actually unlocked being able to make high ass protein meals. They're juicy. Fresh and fucking tasty. Delicious in that candy crush voice. 

I want my eggs cracked. I want my name dropped. Meaning I want to get married. Damn I can't help but remember that video. I fucking love kids. Just when they're not mine. 

I went out with "Emma" "ايما احمد بنت خالتي" ، ايه الاسامي ديه اقسم بالله. خرجنا و اتفسحنا و انبسطنا كل ده كوم و لما كنا ماشيين كوم تاني خالص. Goddamn she turned into " let me tell you something" ass. 

I'm more than happy because I'm consistent with this blog ass shit. Today is the 13th. 
صح كده؟ مش فاكرة بس مبسوطة. 

I'm in a good mood. يا رب ديمها نعمة و احرمها من الزوال  

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