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Weekendly Report

• Leaving car keys in the boot while taking things out… even though the car itself is open – is not a good idea when the fucking boot is master locked. BMW on call is fabulous. R400 is worth every cent. At the end of the day… you have no idea what another person is thinking, especially when they decide to close it.
• It seems to be becoming a habit that – I watch a sunday night movie, where one of the woman has a gorgeous thick fringe… lets think Anne Hathaway in The Devil Wears Prada… and i feel that – i just HAVE to have one. As in… my life would be incomplete if i did not have one. Thank god for the fact… i don’t have one of those HUGE foreheads, or tiny ones… so i can do things like this and not end up looking like a doos.
• I’ve said this before… and i’ll say it again – i love lazy sunday morning breakfasts. I loved the weekend before lasts… and i quite liked yesterdays… I’ve made it a mission to take part on this activity every sunday.
• I fucking hate valentines day. As in Fuh-king hate. I have never, in my 26 years on this earth being in love over this time. It’s quite simply how the planets have aligned themselves. I’ve never hated it before… i’ve always done things on the day.. i can’t say i’m a mopy kinda sit around and wait for the phone to ring kinda girl. But this year i’ve decided… I fucking hate it.
• The above statement might be related to the fact that, atm – i’m not getting laid and it is getting to me somewhat.
• It is just over a month until i might be leaving for Europe. I am torn. Shall i stay or shall i go… what shall i do. When shall i decide. Dum dee dum.
• I might be off to Mauritius… as a friend won this and well.. her married boyfriend might just not get his leave application signed by his wife in time.
• I have experienced many weekends in my life. 1352 maybe… But this weekend in particularly FLEW by. Faster than any of the other 1352 i’m sure.

Foxtrot Mike Lima… OUT

1. How long have you been blogging? 

On and off… forever.. like… 2 years before i went to London.. adn that was like 2 years aga… 5 years give or take some. It’s just one of those thigns i do.

2. What made you start? 

A bottle of red wine.. and a thought. Why not?

3. Who inspired you?

Ummm.. there was someone… i can’t remember who – but i remembered thinking… ah.. if they’re doing it, i want to do it too! 

4. About how many hours a week would you estimate you spend on your blog? 

Oh not much, i’m a get down and write it kinda girl. Not a type it out, proof it, reread it, rethink it kinda girl.

5. What kind of experience or background do you have with writing? 

Ummm… i did English in first year varsity… i did pretty well there. Other than that… i don’t claim to be a writer… I’m a blogger.

And anyone can blog. It’s one of those things in life, you absolutely don’t need talent. 

6. Talk about how you come up with blog topics. Where do you get your ideas? 

Quite simply – things which happen to me… things i do… things i see. Or Meme’s. Because altimately – i love talking about myself.

7. What or who inspires you and your blog? 

I do. As you’ve noticed – it is ALL about me.

8. Where and/or how do your brainstorming for your blog? 

Umm.. in the traffic, in the shower… early mornings in bed….?

9. Do you have any blogging rules or guidelines you follow? 

Ummm…. be honest… Tell it as it is.

10. Is there anything you will not blog about? 

Ha ha ha… lets face it. No, not much.

11. Do you have any sort of a publishing schedule in terms of day of week or topic?

ha ha ha… no. I operate on a ’see what comes’ basis.

Late yesterday afternoon… in an attempt to find a short cut back to the office, i got stuck in a car which would not go. Would not. No matter how many times i turned the key.

Of course, this wasn’t the worst part of the event… the fact that MY CELL PHONE BATTERY* had died… well, yes – this might have been the worst part. And worse’er than that… would be the fact that… the area in which i got stuck, looked a lot like an area where people go missing.

And no, i’m not a scared kind of person. I don’t freak out and burst into tears. I have trust, that in about 45 minutes my father would have every possible netcare/sap/netstar helicopter looking for me.

R50**, that’s what a phone call cost me yesterday evening. To my brother*** - who sent rescuers. As it happens, they opened the bonnet, said something about something, asked me something about something – and the car started****!

*In my defence, i did ask Santa for a car charger last year.
** In Truth, at that point.. i’d have paid R5000 for a working cell phone. And it would still have been cheaper than the choppers.
*** The Phone i used had One Rond air time, i had to make a decision on exactly WHO would answer their phone, as i really only had one chance. And that person, with out a doubt was my brother. Sitting on the side of the road, waiting for the rescue team – i realised that, he is always my first call – and that’s special.
**** I truly love boys. A Lot.

There are days when i – like most people i’m sure – just need the world to stop for an hour or two… so i can get off. Have a little Time Out.

Of course the world never stops, phones don’t stop ringing… people don’t just leave you alone.

And so, today – i’ve just opted out of life for the day.. i’ve found myself a lovely little space, and spent my time fucking around. Doing nothing, essentially wasted my time.

Things i have done today…

• Watch my phone ring, contemplate the possibility of who it might be
• Not answering the phone
• lied to 4 people as to where i was and what i was doing
• Avoided doing things i was meant to do
• Contemplate my life at this point
• Be miserable
• Be annoyed
• Be fucked off
• Fuck around on twitter
• Fuck around on my blog
• Fuck around on gchat
• Feel lost
• Felt flat
• Feel like i really have no where i want to go right now
• Want to run away.
• Far far away.
• Just pretty much get away.

I haven’t been a total loss today. I did take the Pantie eating dog to the vet this morning. The little fucker ate a pair of scissors.

The most action my panties have seen in a good while.

Courtesy of 1 x rottweiler.