Dear Diary, kedu? For once in my life lemme have small respect and greet you first. Odi kwa nma? Good! Now to my gossip.... Today I didn't attend mass. Reason, it rained (half truth), I was tired jor! No, not tired of God my father, I was bodily tired. There I was, lying down doing absolutely nada.
The Queen of Hearts.
About the photo above shey? I was lazying about, doing nothing, then, Damilare's ping came in. He made a funny remark about being careful when dealing with Yoruba boys (had to do with my display picture at that moment), AKA Yoruba Demons. Diary, isn't that laughable? From his name "Damilare", you can see that he is a Yoruba boy abi? Short story shorter, he asked what I was doing later in the evening and I said; "nothing", I told him I knew a good fish place and we fixed a dinner hang out, no, that to me wasn't a date. He made me laugh so much, I couldn't believe it was the same Damilare I was going to strangle in the past. Asin ehn! We worked together some months back and we were stuck in the same house for two and half days. Hei! I wanted to drink his blood! We were constantly at each other's throat. I am a very vocal person who doesn't really know how to hide her feelings, especially when angry. I was very close to physically attacking him that day, ugh! Sigh, well this evening was very pleasant and surprising, we laughed and talked a lot. He told me he liked my gaze, the way my eyes express emotion when I don't mean it to. To be honest, I did blush, he just didn't know I did because I rolled my eyes and pretended not to care about what he said. I like that he noticed that, people don't usually notice how expressive my eyes are, it takes a rare human to notice. Others are too busy staring at my bosom to notice.
The DJ played my jam..(or three of them) and I jumped up to dance. People literally stopped what they were doing and focused on me, a man and his woman (I dunno if she's his wife or not so I'm sticking with 'woman'), couldn't even focus on themselves anymore, he stopped talking and froze, watching me booty twerk, his 'woman', following his gaze, looked at me and turned her chair to enjoy the show too. Did I stop dancing kwanu? You wish oo. Wetin concine me? I continued to dance, much to Dami's embarrassment. "Amy stop naaw, you're embarrassing me!" His comment made matters worse and I danced even more till I got tired and sat. "You are chocolate, chocolate mixed with whiskey" he said at one point. Yes I know I'm chocolate (I mean look at my skin tone) but the whiskey part? That was a new one, I thought about that comment for a minute and decided I liked it. Whiskey is fire, hot...choc is sweet and moist. He described me pretty well. I'm glad I didn't jump on him and bite him (or worse) those two and half days we worked together. Bye bye Diary, I still haven't named you have I? Wait for it...
About the photo above shey? I was lazying about, doing nothing, then, Damilare's ping came in. He made a funny remark about being careful when dealing with Yoruba boys (had to do with my display picture at that moment), AKA Yoruba Demons. Diary, isn't that laughable? From his name "Damilare", you can see that he is a Yoruba boy abi? Short story shorter, he asked what I was doing later in the evening and I said; "nothing", I told him I knew a good fish place and we fixed a dinner hang out, no, that to me wasn't a date. He made me laugh so much, I couldn't believe it was the same Damilare I was going to strangle in the past. Asin ehn! We worked together some months back and we were stuck in the same house for two and half days. Hei! I wanted to drink his blood! We were constantly at each other's throat. I am a very vocal person who doesn't really know how to hide her feelings, especially when angry. I was very close to physically attacking him that day, ugh! Sigh, well this evening was very pleasant and surprising, we laughed and talked a lot. He told me he liked my gaze, the way my eyes express emotion when I don't mean it to. To be honest, I did blush, he just didn't know I did because I rolled my eyes and pretended not to care about what he said. I like that he noticed that, people don't usually notice how expressive my eyes are, it takes a rare human to notice. Others are too busy staring at my bosom to notice.
The DJ played my jam..(or three of them) and I jumped up to dance. People literally stopped what they were doing and focused on me, a man and his woman (I dunno if she's his wife or not so I'm sticking with 'woman'), couldn't even focus on themselves anymore, he stopped talking and froze, watching me booty twerk, his 'woman', following his gaze, looked at me and turned her chair to enjoy the show too. Did I stop dancing kwanu? You wish oo. Wetin concine me? I continued to dance, much to Dami's embarrassment. "Amy stop naaw, you're embarrassing me!" His comment made matters worse and I danced even more till I got tired and sat. "You are chocolate, chocolate mixed with whiskey" he said at one point. Yes I know I'm chocolate (I mean look at my skin tone) but the whiskey part? That was a new one, I thought about that comment for a minute and decided I liked it. Whiskey is fire, hot...choc is sweet and moist. He described me pretty well. I'm glad I didn't jump on him and bite him (or worse) those two and half days we worked together. Bye bye Diary, I still haven't named you have I? Wait for it...
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