when deprived of the usual forms of enjoyment and a sofa and a fireplace and a spot to snuggle my feet, i get my kicks where and when i can. so in place of television i have made a few of my own shows...
er: watching my uncle demba dig an inch long thorn out of my brother hamadel's foot while my two cousins hold him down. yea the tears were real.
man vs. wild: each week i take on a new area of the fuuta; the podor garage, the taredji market, the sept place from dakar to ndioum...i share my tips on surviving through each of these situations. sometimes questionable food is involved (meat in a bag anyone?) take that bear grylls!
cheers: yea, wherever you go...EVERYONE is going to know your name. and say it over and over and over again.
house: with a handy little health guide you too can attempt to diagnose your mystery rash, explosive diarrhea, or a sneeze that has gone on for months. pop your multivitamins like they were pain killers.
tour de france: i race charettes and trucks every sunday. have yet to win the yellow jersey.
lost: on a good day i feel like i survived a plane crash and am stranded on an island. on a really good day i'm one of the oceanic six and i DON'T go back.
friends: each night i get to watch my eight closest friends hang out but instead of a coffeeshop it's my bathroom floor. and instead of jennifer aniston it's toads and a lizard. please don't judge me. my ipod died and i need to save my sanity.
and let's not forget the hundreds of reality shows that my life seems to mirror everyday; survivor, amazing race, the real world, candid camera...
stay tuned for the emmy's. i guarantee you no nph, but you won't see anything like it!
cheers!
jaime
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