Posts tagged ‘Ethics are incompatible with my brain’

Three Months later

Three months later, and I am happy to report back.

I am not dead yet. Just very very tired.

But, in my moments of solemn thought and introversion (which happens more than what is healthy) I realise how much I miss blogging. Seriously.

I think of the silliest things to report on, and fail.

But you know? This time I am not going to try and win. I am just going to post when I can. and what I can.

Because I am a happier, more balanced person when I can put my saddies, funnies and Oh-crapsies on the internet for the whole world to see. *even you Jimmy*.

So I am back. For now.

And I love you.


February 17, 2010 at 3:49 pm 5 comments

Holding Grudges

I have a few people I wish to inveterate in fiction. Those people that I can expound on every blackhead, fat roll and brown mole.

Them with their stubborn elitism with distinguished ignorance.

Those who use words which stand for hate. And disrespect.

and hypocrisy.

She, who would read my words and think it were her sister. Or mother perhaps.

But would never think it were her.

Oh sweet! How sweet would it be to tear them apart for their soulful hatred of one.


The one who would inveterate them in fiction.

and laugh as she mocked her own family

as she mocked me.

November 6, 2009 at 5:11 am 2 comments

Word Vomit (without a point…)

I don’t make friends easily.


I am not a nice person. I won’t thrill you with my wit or fabulous knowledge of Gucci.


I, more than likely, will have no stories to tell you about adventure or lust or betrayal.


I will probably scare the bejeebies out of you with my morbidity and over all dorkiness.


Because I am a dork.


And sometimes that scares me.

July 23, 2009 at 7:42 pm 4 comments

Being Mr and Mrs Fancypants!

Hubs and I got to stay at the Intercontinental last week for work and were treated like royalty.

and I mean like SERIOUS royalty!

Did you know that there were people who’s job is to fluff your pillow at night while setting up a cloth at the foot of your bed, slip on slippers and pour you water each night? That’s not to mention the fabulousness that was the bedtime chocolate.

I know it’s a bit of a late post. I mean if you follow me on Twitter, you’ve known about this for ages. By ages I mean a week.

Anyhoozles, I took pictures!

Avoid the judgements of my tiredness and Hubs’s faces. He was not as interested in the photo taking as I.

Enjoy! I sure did!

This is my excited face!

This is my excited face!


You can’t see so because my huge head was in the way, but this marble bathroom was as big as my flat!

Room Service? Yes, Please!

Room Service? Yes, Please!

Mr and Mrs Fancypants

Mr and Mrs Fancypants

When were you last treated like royalty?

July 6, 2009 at 10:02 am 3 comments

Some Girls like Men with Facial Hair…

Others prefer some guitar-age.

What is your #1 happiness trait of the opposite sex?

June 24, 2009 at 12:14 pm 3 comments

Because raising a ruckus is what I do.

This post has a dual purpose.

1. To give some bloggy love to a fellow South African blogger – the lovely Miss Pocohanthas


2. Because I’m wondering what you guys think.

Obviously, (by my response to her post) I disagree with her opinion. But, that doesn’t make her wrong by default. And Racism is something that affects more countries than just South Africa. Leave her a comment if you want. Leave me one if you want. Either way express your thoughts on racism. ** Click there for a jump to her post **

PS. No, I haven’t forgotten the awesome stories that I keep promising you. And now the anticipation is so high (i’m sure) that your minds will just blow when I finally get around to typing them up. oh well. Who needs a mind anyway?!

June 17, 2009 at 10:15 am 5 comments

yeah I know

So I am totally neglecting work right now to post this: But trust me its worth it.

Hubs would be so proud.

Even if I only half understand it.

June 9, 2009 at 5:54 am 2 comments

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