Monday, July 4, 2011
24 lap dances after i became a london big boy.
It's 12.24am. I just called musco a few minutes ago and he didn't pick up his phone!I don't know the kain sleep the guy dey sleep sef!I mean,what sort of conscience goes to bed when you need him at 12.24am!(Pls,I am looking for a new friend in the U.K.If you do not mind idle chitchats that will involve 911 confessions,drop your digits here abeg!)
To keep this short...i called musco as i hurried out of Tz's bedroom. (Don't crucify me yet,pls!).The annoying thing about Tz (which formed the title of this short post...24hours after i became a LBB),is i've been trying to get to the girl for the past 10months.And this evening,i mention to her, that, Oh,i got the job with XyZ Bank,and less than two hours afterwards,i was in her room (for the 1st time),staring at her amazing chocolatey hips a few centimeters away from me on a tiny bed and watching her twirl her hair about her fingers.....SMH...even i would be utterly stupid if too much had happened therein.(Is that not the kind Kanye called a gold digger?)
But it doesn't beat the fact that she suggested and i accepted....and i don't know sef...this U.K dey tire me...i need to talk to someone,i'm a serious confusionist mess!I'll be back,i need to give Rs a call. The problem with all these my other friends is they'll start preaching exodus and genesis to me, when what i need is NIV/the message.
7.53am...after a bit of night's sleep.You see the problem is not so much the individual episodes,but the frequency and intensity of them,and the fact that each time i only make it through as of the thin foreskin of an unused condom(even though yes i went looking for trouble myself in the 1st instance). And moreso,it isnt so much the acts itself,but the principle behind it is what ruffles me. Its like how Paul explains that the lawcode starts out as an excellent piece of work,then my sins find a way to pervert my intentions and soon the lawcode instead of being used to guide me,now becomes the devil that seduces me-using good as a cover to tempt me. So i don't understand myself, i decide one way then i act out another way,toying with the things that i absolutely despice. And its not once again the acts that gall me,but the fact that if i soon give it all up and abandon to my most tipid self,i become "common". Just the same as any common flaunderer...and i hate the prospect of being...common.
I need to start work.Bury myself and become a workaholic,that has always helped.Oh, N P.S, IF YOU HAVEN'T NOTICED, HOT-in-STILETOES is back on blogsville!P.P.S: Ignore the seeming egoism in post title,it's only a naija slang.