down. Today is 60 days from when G and I go on a cruise. We’ve been cruisin’ before, but this will be the first time we cruise out of the West Coast. That’s right, westside motha f*ckas!!! It’s not a long cruise…just five days. We will be going with G’s family and the last time we cruised, it was 2004. I thought I’d show you all some of the
horrific beautiful pictures from our trip. Obviously, G is in most of them because he thinks he’s the sexiest man alive.
The other issue was that G and I hadn’t been dating that long and I’d never met his family. This was very interesting for me and I kind of stood out.
Anyway, G says he needs to get in shape for the trip so I’m not embarrassed. Umm, G did you see the pictures from the last cruise? I’m pretty sure your pictures weren’t the embarrassing ones. After looking through these (and other recent pics) I realized that I need to get my @ss in shape…and my face…and my tan. 60 days, 60 days, 60 days.