VOTE TMINX!!!

So I have sent in my song for tomorrow. You will just have to wait to find out! All I can tell you is to spice things up a little I decided to......RAP. Please no one abuse my skills oh! The best you can do is close your ears or compare it to overwhelmed's songs lollll. Love you girl.

I pray that this snapvine thing is not expensive seeing as I must have rapped like a hundred times before getting tired. I didn't want to overdisgrace myself and all the other contestants don't lie jo, I know you did the same. Now I will shamelessly beg for you to vote for me on BLOGVILLE IDOLS. I'll be the cute smurfette..who rapped WITH THE FLU I MIGHT ADD....runny nose and sore throat and s**t. Seriously, what I do for blogland.

Its 10.41pm here and still bright outside. Sometimes this is not fun especially when you need a good nights sleep. But its a good thing to experience, now I understand what Mr. Gbenga, my geography teacher, who slapped K, very hard, for not sweeping her class since she was on the rota, was talking about when he mentioned the summer solstice and 24 hours of daylight on the 22nd of June. I could not just get my head around it back in the day. Why didn't the just take us on a school trip to Sweden????? Like Duh!

See me see trouble oh. I went with this really nice Nigerian couple to a 'beach' somewhere in Stockholm. I am afraid to call it a beach cos in Nigeria we would probably call it a river. Anyway we met up with like three older Nigerian men and one was there with his Swedish girlfriend and later, his 18 yr old daughter joined us. Guys, by the way, this girl is gorgeous. Apparently he was divorced from his Swedish wife.

After a relaxing day by the river, we stopped by his house on our way home and had dinner and before I knew it, this guy was asking for my number. HAAAAAAA. *Imagine me saying that with the semovita still in my mouth*. I had eaten in his house now and he was saying how his daughter was going to come and visit Nigeria next year, so I hoped that was why he wanted my number. As I got home I realised I had left my phone in his place. CALAMITY! As in..why??. So I had to call him and he 'kindly' offered to come drop it today.

This morning he called (on my Nigerian Phone) , "I'm on my way whats your door code?". My code ke? What stops you from calling me to come down to get it. What do you want to enter the house for? MODARANNNNN OH. I told him I couldn't remember where I wrote it and it was still pretty new to me. I told him to call when he got to my appartment.

Anyway when he got here, I ran downstairs "Goodafternooooon SIRRRRR". He was dressed up to the T ready for some outing with who I don't know......sigh.....He asked if I wanted to go out, I said I had made alternate plans with colleagues, NO SHAKING he said we should meet after work tomorrow. I made a small grunt and a quick getaway. My phone will be mysteriously out of service tomorrow.

I fear these old men oh!