JOONS. I’ve been feeling all kinds of weird lately: I’m in withdrawals from my meth addiction, and usually Flaming HOT Cheetos & Mast-moosir (yogurt-n-Shallots) solves all my problems, but I can’t even enjoy that quickfix because its summer, and:
#FML. But then, Farrah sent me a video, that had me all like:
Why? Cause I realized, I can roll with life’s punches—
JOONIES.
I tried working out, instead I busted out my laptop and started writing this post–gymblogging–the best excuse not to run that mile.
My sense of urgency doesn’t come as much from the muscle cramps, as it does from the fact that I am so frustrated….with MEN. Especially the Persian kind. I know, I know–what’s new, right? Another female blogger venting about how single she is, another Persian girl bitching about Persian men.
NO. I absolutely will not, because I am fed up. Fed up, and most importantly: BORED.
Is it too much to ask for to meet someone a little interesting? Someone with something new up their sleeve?
