Five days to go before I can feel sun again. I’m fatter by around 10 pounds around my thighs and tummy but I couldn’t (Shouldn’t) care less.. BEACH!!!! HAHA!
I’ll be the beached whale of the week because majority of my friends are skinny bitches. I don’t care, I need to worship the sun and absorb its cancer rays asap.
I will get drunk while the sun sets.
I will pour ice-cold beer on my skin while baking.
I will only ride baby waves so I won’t get a wipe out.
I will not buy pasalubong because duh I don’t have money for it.
I will inhale as much fresh air as I can and relish the fact that there are no Commonwealth hysterically-driven jeep in sight.
I will talk to the stars every midnight.
I will fall asleep after the sun rises.
I will report back for work next Tuesday afternoon looking like a bloated African queen minus the regal aura.
I. so. can’t. wait.
