So like the vast majority of the earth’s population I was so sure that 2017 is gonna be my year. I mean Venus was in alignment with something and there was a shooting star and I done made a wish and everything… but here we are mid July, and I’m still here; single and ready to drink. So if I start forwarding you chain messages soon please don’t break them, I’m in dire need for that miracle.
Today is Wednesday and like most girls I’m crushing on myself. Apparently self love. Usually on days like these I would dress up and take a walk and trust my fellow gwerries to shout compliments at me from the construction sites. Some call it catcalling but it really works wonders for my self esteem. So I’m here for it. But most construction sites are closed due to the economic crisis so my fans are back home now crushing on their women.
So here I am, no man and no gwerries, even the roaches that walked on my fridge magnets left in search of greener pastures. So I took it upon myself to get dressed up, and go to my cute neighbour’s place and ask to visit my roaches.
I opted for a nice colourful outfit to hide my inner demons. The little cleavage was pure *coinnocence just like having to ask him to come check a flat tyre on a car that’s not even mine. By tonight hopefully I’ll be making potato salad with his mom and naming our kids. And next week I’ll be someone’s WCW.
*Word play on coincidence and innocence
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