Being a Chromosome.

So here I am, doing the laziest thing ever...sitting down in a gym and watching people sweat. I should feel like a weirdo. Sadly, I don't.

I sincerely enjoy my view. The sounds ... they are panting , heaving, huffing, some are silent; bearing the pain and aches. The vision... The angony in their eyes, the mouth agape, teeth bared, eyes rolled up, some shaking their heads while still doing the crunches or whatever this is. Ahhhhh, tho sweat rolling down ... Beauty is pain. My vision is beauty.

By the way, I am on annual  leave.  My first leave in 3 years.

I stumbled upon a trend #beingfemaleinnigeria. You should see it if you can.
In course of my three decades in this world, the world I stumbled into with a vagina,

Back with the Ex...Memoirs of the single life. 3

How you doing?... In Wendy Williams voice.


I have shamed myself.

This act/post probably goes against all common sense. Even against by my highly treasured code of ethics. Is it the fever of the new year? 'cos this isn't me. It is just not me. I just don't do this. I believe I have strong principles and self-control.

It's most likely the new year madness.
Look at me, dirty laundry on the internet... hella unFranni.
You know what makes it so horrible is that I haven't even broken this to the main character in the event.