Just because I have "Thug Life" tattooed across my neck doesn't mean I'm a bad person. Oh wait, that's right...my tattoo says, "*Big Sis*" My sister has one that says, "*Lil Sis*" and we got them when I was going into the Army. They have meaning. It says BIG SIS, its not a fucking vagina.
|Bad Tattoo. Image via Google Image Search.|
The other day I suffered from heat exhaustion...complete with the vomiting, stomach cramps, excessive sweating and weakness. It started about 7pm...I had to be at work at 11:30pm. I left work at 3am because I couldn't take the heat. I drove home at 30 miles an hour in a 45 zone, propping my head up on my hand against the window. I thought I was going to die. I was considering going to the emergency room, but I googled it and google told me I didn't need to. I drank like a million gallons of water, peed like 100 times, and went to sleep.
Apparently my health isn't as important as professionalism. So I'm gonna be a G and cover my tattoos like a Boss...hopefully I wont puke...or pass out...baby cause I'm a thug