Growin is a pain _ the modern day adaptation
I was in bed on Friday night writing, before you scream “BORING!” and label me irrelevant. You need to broaden your mind, it’s the only way you will understand why I am now as allergic to chop-o-life as I am to seafood, although it’s sad that I can’t eat crabs, lobsters or prawns, anything that lives in a shell does not want to be eaten anyways. So why was I at home, in bed on payday weekend? Well it’s because I have better things to do! So what things are those while people are in Tura chopping life? Well for your information I was formulating the plot of my first attempt at a fictional novel and writing this blog. Why would I do something so boring and not go out and enjoy myself like any normal 25 year old. The answer is simple; I am not like any normal 25 year old. My idea of enjoyment is watching the Currie cup final, although a Liverpool Vs Man united game comes close. Am I white? Heck no! I am a coconut! I am not an athlete, although at 1.79 m and 70 kg’s...