As I was crawling through my Month Of Pain And Misery (Gosh. G, you’ve suffered, we GET IT!) on vacation in Corsica where I grew up, some interesting things were happening in the foreground of my life. I thought I would present you with a very random list of short summer stories. In other words… beach read!
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Where’s My Hot Girl Summer?
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All I wanted was a Hot Girl Summer with very stupid goals of spectacular fitness, combined with endless Corsican Instagram posts, along with some shameless promotion of all the things that I can promote about myself, like my intelligence and my looks and all my stellar insights about existence.
Don’t we all have that dream tucked somewhere in the back of our minds? No?
Well, fail. Not only did my phone camera break on the first day of my vacation but I completely forgot that epic fitness is something one needs to work on. Add to that the fact that the more I go, the more I feel like a stranger to Instagram, and here I am having the opposite of a Hot Girl …