Alright, so it's been some time. To be fair, I've been working everyday for the last month. Now, is this an adequate excuse? No, of course it isn't. Have I had better things to do? No. No I have not.
Anyway, first matter of business. No updates on women.
Well, sort of.
Well, not really.
I don't know. Anyway, moving on.
I'm feeling a little lethargic right now. I don't want to do any of the gifs and stuff.
So, no one tell my dad, but I've started working out. He must never know. If you are reading this, Dad, UNREAD IT IMMEDIATELY.
I think this is going to be an incredibly underwhelming post. During Ramadan (Ramazan in Turkish), I'll be writing more in this.
So, uh... yeeeeeeeeeah.
Istanbul is amazing as always. I'm still waiting to be legal here. Meh. The new owner of my school fuckin' sucks. Pay has been late and I'm still waiting to be legal. I can't leave until I'm legal, and I want to visit my friend Manal in Lebanon while she is there. DID I MENTION SHE'S FINALLY SINGLE. I mean... granted she was going to get married and move to Brazil. I don't know if she dodged a bullet or didn't dodge a bullet... I don't know what the opposite of dodging a figurative bullet is. Maybe, she got figuratively shot by a bullet. Moral of the story is don't play with figurative guns.
Hopefully, she doesn't ask too much about that last paragraph... I probably shouldn't write this part... Why am I still writing? Oh god, I can't stop. Uh-uh-uh-I-uh-I-um... I sharted myself yesterday. God, that wasn't the best transition. I just had to switch topics. I think this has just gotten worse. Sadly, the shart was true. I must've eaten some bad kebap. It was not a fun day. Why am I sharing this? NO ONE NEEDS TO KNOW THIS.
God, I need to shave.
That's it. I'll write more later.
