Spin Here …
I almost did it.. It sits here in the drafts folder ready to go but I will not be sending it out today.. I thought I was “OK” with it and that I had moved on and that it was just one of those things we as people have to deal with when surrounded by Idiots and Assholes. But when I woke up this morning in PURE ANGER I realised just how much I wasnt “OK” with it afterall. So I had some coffee, did some breathing exercises and all sorts of Mojo enhancing techniques that I could muster without resorting to putting a hairdryer on the grass in my attempt to dehydrate the front lawn into a *dube*.. I then composed the email whereby I inform the party/parties concerned of how I have made copies of all their long forgotten secrets and not so...
Kak.. Defined
KAK (noun) ~ Definition:- rubbish: something considered to be worthless or annoying (slang) [Late 20th century. < Afrikaans, 'excrement' < Latin cacare 'defecate'] KAK (interjection) ~ Definition:- taboo term: a highly offensive term used as a swearword (taboo) KAK weather ~ what the heavens have delivered for us in Durban today… Exhibit A Exhibit B As you can see.. there is just this blanket of nastiness rolling in from the ocean blocking the sun and chasing away any hope of happiness.. And before you think, not that bad and blah-blah-blah, let me remind you this is 8.30am in Spring and in Durban Ja..as I said before – KAK! Sooooo… begs the question.. “Who the frikken hell ordered this and where do they...
I just discovered..
That after not sleeping properly for days when sick..I am now battling to sleep more than 6 hours.. <–Insomnia is boring That even though my kiddies are Big Boys.. They still need their Momma.. <–*Happy Dance* That the corner Cafe wont deliver eggs even if I ask naaaisely!.. <–Muffins will have to wait That I am still battling to overcome the urge to say Fck You to ppl.. <– Find myself screaming it in my head now instead That sometimes the truth is not as important as is who can lie the most convincingly.. <–Another Fck You moment That HairyKnuckle still reads my blog .. <–Fan, perhaps? That I need more coffee.. <– Cup is empty...
11 years…
11 years of cleaning house, wiping noses,cooking, ironing, shopping, budgeting, doing your work projects and assignments.. 11 years of bowing down to you and putting you and everyone else before me. Having to work after hours delivering pizza’s and waiting tables to put myself through school because I wasn’t allowed to let it interfere with raising the children.. 11 years of having to be fearful that I have yet again done something wrong.Waking up in the middle of the night lying on the floor because you physically kicked me out of bed because of something that I said 6 weeks before… 11 years of having to be the “good wife” in front of everyone and ensuring that no-one knew the REAL you. Because appearances mean more to you than...
SayoNara..
I think I am dying.. Seriously. I stood staring at what looked like my left lung lying in the toilet after coughing it up this morning and felt bleak..Only one lung remaining and it would appear my body hasn’t slowed down at all in its extraction process. I am updating my will at the moment and getting ready to say my last goodbyes and even have a dress I thought I would look rather good in for the “final viewing” before they send me on my way. Don’t know WTF is going on with me as I NEVER get sick but this time.. I was sick a few days and got better and just as I was feeling great WHAMMO it hit me again and told me to lay down.. and thus I am forced to listen. So as fabulous as it was knowing everyone..I must say my goodbyes and wish you...
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