Dear friend please be warned: INSTAGRAM LIES! Eish I woke up with regret. No hangover. No smell of gin on my breath. No mix of gin & regret. Just sobriety, a clear head, energy and regret. It is the worst combo imaginable. And, as an aside, made me realise that gin and regret is a better option or waking up tipsy even. But sobriety, a clear head, energy and regret. Damn ma nigga- that hurts! Enough mental strength to fully focus on your silliness the night before. Im digressing. Cut a painful story short: He looked like a model. Seriously. An instagram model. My husband. My future gaybies dad. Surely. And then we met. And then I realised. Instagram model: Instant model. Coyote ugly!! Nxa. If only I had gin....but had to be courteous. I was raised well. Sadly... Not a good story to tell. The morning after. Conclusion: Phansi instagram phansi!!
Posted on: Fri, 18 Apr 2014 11:20:59 +0000
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