05 October 2006
Ok, so it’s Thursday… And I’ve already yelled at about 15 people… And this is the amazing part, only one out of the fifteen was some IQ deficient Cow in an orange Fiesta trying to cut me off!!
Yes, that of course means that the rest was all work related… I honestly think that Thursdays need to be erased, it being summer I strongly urge all companies to give their employees Thursdays off to tan or read a good book or something equally relaxing! Never in my life have I consumed 5 cups of tee before 10am… Tee for Bob sakes… I don’t even like tee that much!
I should have stayed in bed!!
However in all honesty it’s not like it came us such a major surprise that today was going to be a complete disaster!!! Some moron started giving me missed calls at 10pm last nite… Oh it gets better – Form a NO NUMBER…
I have officially put an IQ prerequisite on the friend interview sheet! So my eve was filled with restless sleep and horrible dreams… centering around one major theme… My ex… That was the tell tale sign ladies and gents… I haven’t had that mans face in my dreams for ages, and what does the sneaky bastard go and do, he upsets my G.D. Thursday!! Like I needed the help! But I think of myself as grateful so I’ll say thank you very Fucking much!So this leaves me to deal with my horrible Thursday all by my little lonesome…
And I have found a song by the beloved Sheryl Crow that explains exactly how I feel…
Every step of the way
We walk the line
Your days are numbered
So are mine
Time is piling up
We struggle and we scrape
All boxed in
Nowhere to escape
The cities just a jungle
More games to play
I’m trapped in the heart of it
Trying to get away
I was raised in the country
Been working in the town
I been in trouble since I
Set my suitcase down
I aint got nothing for you
I had nothing before
Don’t even have anything
For myself anymore
Skies full of fire
And the rain is pouring down
There’s nothing you can sell me
So Ill see you around
All my powers of expression
And thoughts so sublime
Could never do you justice
Reason or rhyme
There’s only one thing that I did wrong
I stayed in Mississippi a day too long
The devils in the alley
the mule kickin in the stall
Say anything you wanna I’ve heard it all
I was thinking about the things that he said
I was dreaming I was sleeping in your bed
Walking through the leaves falling from the trees
Feel like a stranger nobody sees
So many things we never will undo
I know you’re sorry well I’m sorry too
Some people will offer you their hand and some wont
Last night I knew you tonight I don’t
I need something strong to distract my mind
I’m gonna look at you till my eyes go blind
Well I got here following the southern star
I crossed that river just to be where you are
There’s only one thing that I did wrong
I stayed in Mississippi a day too long
Well my ships been split to splinters its sinking fast
I’m drowning in the poison got no future got no past
But my heart is not weary its light and its free
I’ve got nothing but affection for those who’ve sailed with me
Everybody’s moving if they aint already there
Everybody’s got to move somewhere
Well stick with me baby anyhow
Things should start to get interesting right about now
My clothes are wet tight on my skin
Not as tight as the corner that I painted myself in
I know that fortune is waiting to be kind
So give me your hand and say you’ll be mine
The emptiness is endless cold as clay
You can always come back but you cant come back all the way
Well there’s only one thing that I did wrong
I stayed in Mississippi a day too long
Yeah the only thing that I did wrong
Was stayed in Mississippi a day too long
The only thing that I did wrong
Was stayed in Mississippi a day too long
Friday
An idle mind is the Devils playground!
04 October 2006
So here I am at the big O... Bored outta my mind - again! And what do I start thinking about... Shit!! For some odd reason, I have been making alotta friends through email. I mean I enjoy a good chat just as much as the next girl, but come on guys... what’s the world coming to? Where did good old normal interaction go? I like the way you look, you like the way I look - and as the “Britts” would say - Fancy a snog? But nooo, not today peeps, today we are seduced by the informalities of cyber conversation. It’s so easy to just chat to someone and when they bore you just pretend that you don’t get their emails anymore, or even better you just completely block them on MSN... And let’s face it, no one likes rejection, it doesn’t matter in what shape it gets wrapped up in - no one likes it! Back to the Shit I was thinking... So here we are meeting new people everyday, most of them seemingly normal, and we chat our little hearts out and we are enjoying each others conversation so much... Intellectually this person is giving you exactly what you need... But what happens when there is nothing else to say... And what happens if there is no other reason to continue on in this manner? Now don’t get me wrong, I love chatting, and I love finding out about people especially the opposite sex, without any kind of sexual interference. So far I have only managed to maintain normality with G, aka Cyber Friend. My question however is how long can you chat to someone in an orderly non drunken state and still find them to sooooo interesting... Is there a time limit or do I have a really short attention span? My concern is that at some point they want to take you out to dinner and not meet you for dinner… And start calling you Angel, and sweet soul… What does that mean? The conversation suddenly heads straight into the twilight zone…
Here’s an actual example…
Hows your next week Tuesday - am I coming to pick you up and see your dungeon?
ME: LOL... you are on top form today... Ok, I have diarized it... But please do be warned... I am rather miserable as of late. You keep on wanting to see me on a Tuesday... Is there any reason for that? I wonder?
WK: Tuesday is the day were the tree dwelling dolphin from camp tweela emerges to embrace the saxophone playing seahorses from cumbria.its my special nite
ME: I am sorry but I have no idea what that means... What makes Tuesdays so special?
WK: Heheheh nothing sweet soul - I guess it's just a nite were i on a balance of probabilities do the least. What makes you so special?
ME: I honestly don’t know why you think I am so special... Maybe you can tell me... Because I honestly don’t think I am...
WK: It must be those big brown eyes that are deceiving me then… either even the coldest, longest winter will always end with a spring…..pearl jam– it’s all good
Now seriously what the hell does that mean???? What do I say to that?? Do I quote another song…? Do I pull a homer and crawl under the blankets and silently pray that it will go away???
I am truly confused… Is this a date or are we friends? *Scared look*
So here I am at the big O... Bored outta my mind - again! And what do I start thinking about... Shit!! For some odd reason, I have been making alotta friends through email. I mean I enjoy a good chat just as much as the next girl, but come on guys... what’s the world coming to? Where did good old normal interaction go? I like the way you look, you like the way I look - and as the “Britts” would say - Fancy a snog? But nooo, not today peeps, today we are seduced by the informalities of cyber conversation. It’s so easy to just chat to someone and when they bore you just pretend that you don’t get their emails anymore, or even better you just completely block them on MSN... And let’s face it, no one likes rejection, it doesn’t matter in what shape it gets wrapped up in - no one likes it! Back to the Shit I was thinking... So here we are meeting new people everyday, most of them seemingly normal, and we chat our little hearts out and we are enjoying each others conversation so much... Intellectually this person is giving you exactly what you need... But what happens when there is nothing else to say... And what happens if there is no other reason to continue on in this manner? Now don’t get me wrong, I love chatting, and I love finding out about people especially the opposite sex, without any kind of sexual interference. So far I have only managed to maintain normality with G, aka Cyber Friend. My question however is how long can you chat to someone in an orderly non drunken state and still find them to sooooo interesting... Is there a time limit or do I have a really short attention span? My concern is that at some point they want to take you out to dinner and not meet you for dinner… And start calling you Angel, and sweet soul… What does that mean? The conversation suddenly heads straight into the twilight zone…
Here’s an actual example…
Hows your next week Tuesday - am I coming to pick you up and see your dungeon?
ME: LOL... you are on top form today... Ok, I have diarized it... But please do be warned... I am rather miserable as of late. You keep on wanting to see me on a Tuesday... Is there any reason for that? I wonder?
WK: Tuesday is the day were the tree dwelling dolphin from camp tweela emerges to embrace the saxophone playing seahorses from cumbria.its my special nite
ME: I am sorry but I have no idea what that means... What makes Tuesdays so special?
WK: Heheheh nothing sweet soul - I guess it's just a nite were i on a balance of probabilities do the least. What makes you so special?
ME: I honestly don’t know why you think I am so special... Maybe you can tell me... Because I honestly don’t think I am...
WK: It must be those big brown eyes that are deceiving me then… either even the coldest, longest winter will always end with a spring…..pearl jam– it’s all good
Now seriously what the hell does that mean???? What do I say to that?? Do I quote another song…? Do I pull a homer and crawl under the blankets and silently pray that it will go away???
I am truly confused… Is this a date or are we friends? *Scared look*
Tuesday
04 October 2006
Damn the short weekends!
Ok... Being back at work really sucks big time!!! I long for another loooong weekend... And well… was mine a piss up of note!! I tell you by Monday morning it felt like my liver was trying to crawl up my spine with one thing in mind!!! "Strangle the Brain!!" I was roasted, toasted and flipped over 'bout twenty times to make sure that I was cooked right through!!!
OMG… Why oh why I ask myself!!! But nonetheless a fab weekend it was.On Friday, I had a birthday party in the city most feared by all Jozi girls… I vaguely remember making a comment a while back to one of my mates that you have to be completely drunk to go there… Yes, the dreaded PTA, with all the khaki wearing freaks (Barring Sweet of course she is a doll!!!) pretending to be the pinnacle of modern civilization! Well after getting lost on my way to the farm(Appropriately named by Sweet), and yelling at just about everyone I know, cursing and swearing like the pirate I am, I arrived, headed straight for the vino and camped out there, making friends left, right and centre. I really enjoyed myself!!!And let’s just say that I did myself proud!
Also made a fan I might add… Lol… Aber and I have defs not lost our mojo! All hail the mighty mojo…Saturday brought an interesting, dare I say new development in my normal usual just getting pissed with Aber and some of our alter egos, talking drunk and falling over… I had a different visitor… Back to what happened… I woke up completely hung, looking like the Crypt keeper, and not being able to string a proper sentence together, when I got a Sms from my new Cyber Friend. (My other cyber friends, who I have managed to keep at bay for going on 2 years – hate this guy.
To be quite honest most of my guy friends don’t like this situa at all) Anyways we were going to do the meeting thing in the privacy of my very own home – take note that I thought this one thru, a Jozi girl cant be safe anywhere anymore, but ponder this for a moment… My house, where I know where to find my hockey stick, the braai utensils and the butchers’ knife… I honestly couldn’t think of a safer place to be. And the way I was feeling after Friday, I actually just couldn’t go anywhere…
So CF came to my house, we got drunk, had a nice enough little bonding session and basically all I can really remember and I cannot be sure that it happened is that we had a conversation about my toes… (Very confused look on my face), hugged bye twice and he left…And that left me with my Sunday…mmm restful Sunday…. I splashed outta bed, and spilled on some clothes and headed straight to the Video store…
Aber joined me and we headed straight for the vino. That’s when she made the shocking truth known to me… She has a knob… I laughed so much, that my jaw started hurting… Why now I ask, why tell me this now??? Then we pissed ourselves together... She had in actual fact bumped her head, and meant that she now has a bump… Never a dull moment when we get together…My Monday arrived and I was (thanx to the Jewish religion) at home atoning in a BIG way for my sins… I moaned, I groaned and drank soooooo much water that I could barely walk!
And then it was over, just like that! Bloody short weekends!! And that’s what brings me to my first statement!!! Ok... Being back at work really sucks big time!!!
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