Tonight, whilst I should be out with friends and family at a cousins moving in/girlfriends birthday party BBQ, I'm stuck in suffering from, I presume, the effects of a lack of iron. For the past 6 months I've been eating healthily-ish, training on a near daily basis and generally looking after myself as best as I can, but one thing I forgot... Iron! Turns out those green leaves known only as Kale, Spring Greens and Cabbage actually contain a vast amount of iron which I've been reluctant to eat due to, well, the incredibly boring taste of them. I've learnt my lesson, especially so as I was looking forward to going out tonight.
So whilst I'm under the weather, what do I do? I was pondering around the house and, with everyone out, decided to venture over to a bottle of D&G scent cream that my niece is using. I opened the bottle and got a whiff of what can only be described as heaven. A major mistake in my tirey state, I came to the conclusion that I would be cheating myself out of a pleasantly boring evening if I didn't put some of this cream on my arms. Well now I'm partly regretting it, not only am I wanting sex with some illustriously hot female, but I'm also feeling rather camp.
Time for Die Hard!
Profile Of One
- Tiga
- London, United Kingdom
- What to say, what to write, what to do? I'm young male who is still working out much of what life is about, although every day I wake I'm more confident and more aware of my surroundings to let me know what's what. My ambition in life is to earn as much money as possible in order to keep myself comfortable and not die premature from stress or another illness - I'm not greedy, far from it, but a family upbringing of both wealth and near-poverty has taught me that although money isn't everything, it really does help. I've seen relationships fail based purely on this. Other than that I'm fun, outgoing, friendly and optimistic about as much as I can be without being too naive. For those that care, living in a large capital city such as London really does make you grow some large balls in order to survive. Although born in this luxurious and sometimes flaky capital, I grew up in a small town in the middle of England - I thought I had balls then, but London really does take it out on you and you'll only survive if you can hold your own.
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