Back to back Jigga vids, I’m not a “stan” tho. I’m not a fan of the summer. I hate bugs, the heat gives me headaches, I can’t swim, I miss my 501 jeans, and every time you plan something outside it rains. Only thing good about June is my birthday (shoutout Juneteenth nah mean, team gemini we out here baby, one love *raises BET award*), July is as bland as it gets and August is pretty much the lame opening act to the fall. If it wasn’t for cookouts and sundresses I would move to Alaska and watch Russia from my house. Even in school, I wasn’t the kid that had a whole great plan for the summer, I knew I wasn’t doing much different than I did the other 9 months of the year. Now, in the last weekend of August I look back and see my summer was pretty blah give or take. Although it would’ve been expected since it started off with me getting stood up on my birthday and LeBron James actually winning a title.
So basically allow me to recap my summer in bad luck Brian meme fashion.
Bets on Thunder in 6. Heat wins in 5.
Loses 60 lbs. Loses love.
Falls for new girl. Accepts internship in Thailand.
Goes to see Batman. Sold out.
Does books for struggling company. Sees they can’t afford me.
Starts to follow the Olympics. NBC coverage
Plans trip to Detroit. Cancelled.
Starts blog. Drama ensues.
Hopefully, the fall (my favorite season) brings about better luck.