Z-nation

Z nation is my guilty pleasure show of the moment. It is so slapstick but I love it. Went to a wedding with the SO (significant other) on Saturday. The heat was unbearable. I just had ti sit in one corner and do babe. Dancing was out of the question. Instead of me to get with the programme of wearing next to nothing to weddings I defiantly wore an ankle length skirt. The heat had the last laugh. This didi on my head makes me look like an ekaete but at least I don't have to go through the struggle of combing and plaiting it every night. I really should get started on that podcast. Time waits for no man and all that jazz. Oh! Saw a girl I used ti be friends with on Saturday as well. She too far away for me to be civil at best and when she was close enough it would not have been a good idea. Also ain't nobody gat time to start up another round of talk talk. Anyway as "big" as Lagos is I am sure I will run into her again. Still trying to convince B to wear a risque dress for her reception. She keeps going on about her father in law and I keep telling her that he will be more than alright. Actually I am just teasing her. Looking like a 10 dollar hoe at your wedding reception is not photobook material.