All right! It has finally happened - I have
let myself go. I am not entirely sure what happened, but from what I can recall,
I made a decision to become celibate and then the wheels fell off! I promised that
I would write to you every week but it has been weeks since I last
posted.
I have just come from a meeting with one of
the top bosses of Media24 where the poor man had to look into my furry
baggy eyes. I had to point to charts and graphs with my chipped nails painted
in 'Pistachio Ice', and I am trying to dress as a successful adult but my skin
looks like that of a thirteen year old on account of me having stopped taking
the pill (I have no use for such things).
No, this cannot continue! Unlike my good
friends who attribute my new look to celibacy ("You can’t make good
decisions when you are hungry" - my digs mate); I say it is
my recent transfer and promotion which has caused the stress. One
cannot stress the stress that is caused by packing up your entire life and
moving to a place where the parties on the street are so loud that the bass
makes your porcelain ornaments vibrate to the end of the table and
smash to the floor.
Then there is the exercise - I
have decided to supplement my income with a couple of running wins -
essentially turning me into a tracksuit wearing man beast with a really great
ass. I actually went out to a five-star restaurant last week wearing
my pyjamas. The worst part is that I do not care.
Yes, this is me about to go to 'da club', holla at a biatch! |