Let me set the stage for you; I'm coming ‘round the last quarter mile of my walk and it’s a straight uphill incline. I’m drenched in sweat – it’s dripping off my neck and running down my back (my makeup is in place thanks to MAC and La Bella Donna!). My hair WAS in a ponytail, now my afro burns are jumping out, and I keep looking all around for snakes while walking. So I'm walking past a house with a gangster parked out front, chillin’ on his low rider (ok, I'm stereotyping, but whatever! All my uncles had ‘em) and this poor guy says to me, “Hey, you’re the most gorgeous thing I've seen all day.” And I’m roaring with laughter on the inside because I know I look like a sweaty piece of mess, and I said to him, “It’s dark dude!” but deep down it made me smile....and want to exercise more, and shit - if I was the most gorgeous thing he'd seen all day then he needs to do some sight seeing! Seriously!
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