The Temptation that is BFG

So anyway, there might be love (oh, whom I kidding, it’s definitely lust) in the air.

Don’t act so surprised. I am actually quite likeable.

Unfortunately, however, there are some obstacles to this rendezvous:

1.       BFG (let just call him that as it describes him quite nicely) works for my father.

2.       My father’s offices are at home. I live at home (don’t judge me).

3.       I am volatile and dramatic. Needless to say I have less than amicable break ups.

4.       BFG is 6’4”, I am 5’3” (I find this more amusing than problematic).

Oh, what to do?

Ah, fuck it, I can’t think rationally here – it’s been a long, dry season.

How do you get rid of temptation? You yield to it. Fantastic, problem solved. Thanks for all your help.

(Sorry dad!)

Not so bloody victorious after all

Fuck. I am useless.

Please someone enlighten me: What feed should I have that is satisfactory to Amatomu? The bloody bastards are incredibly fussy and let me know daily that my feed is not validating:

Sorry

This feed does not validate.

• line 2, column 0: The prefix “media” generally is associated with the namespace “http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/” [help]
  

  <rss version="2.0"
  

In addition, interoperability with the widest range of feed readers could be improved by implementing the following recommendation.

• line 120, column 0: style attribute contains potentially dangerous content: text-indent:-0.25in;margin:0 0 0 0.5in; (17 occurrences) [help]
  

  <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-indent:-0.25in;margin:0 0 0 ...
  

WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?!!?!

It’s incredibly mean of them, especially since they offer no assistance to a computer idiot like me.

I had to have a margarita last night due to this debacle. It was bloody disappointing. This has upset me immensely.

Please. Someone has got to help me. The margaritas aren’t going to.

I am victorious

Oh my god. I have finally worked out how this whole RSS feed thingy works. It’s taken me days, I am not exaggerating. And I thought I was computer literate. Uh… no.

At least now all my many (detect the note of sarcasm) fans can subscribe to my feed. Oh how lucky you all are.

Seriously, this has made my day.

Heavy Days

I am kinda an emotional wreck at the moment. Things just aren’t fantastic in my life today. My dog has just died.

Lovely.

God, its hard to grow up.

Margaritas are handy

I suddenly realized today that it is my ex’s birthday. Strange that you can be so a part of a person’s life and then the next thing you know, you haven’t spoken to them in a year. It makes me kind of sad. It also makes me fucking mad.

I think I need a margarita.

Talking of which – if any of you live in Cape Town, South Africa, I highly recommend that you get yourselves down to Pancho’s in Observatory and treat yourself to the delightful experience of an icy cold strawberry or lime margarita. I assure you that it will be well worth the experience. Especially since they come in 1 and 2 litre jugs that will both fill your tummy (so you think you have eaten) and make you blissfully numb to your many problems. What more could one ask for?  I think, not much else.

 

The First Time

Although slightly unnerving I am pleased to discover that this experience is actually quite liberating and not nearly as painful as other ‘first times’ have turned out to be. It is far more pleasant. I highly recommend it.

It has taken me far too long to write this. Thank God I bumped into an old varsity friend from Rhodes who reminded me of my aspirations. She also reminded me of the past and that can be quite a frightening experience especially when one has gone to such lengths (i.e. weekly therapy) to bury certain (mostly boy-related) memories. I have to admit that I have been partly shaped by those aforementioned memories which can be loosely translated into saying: A boy has had quite a significant, if not brutal, impact on my life. The funny thing is that I am almost certain he is completely unaware of that (as he is unaware of most things). Even so I learnt a lot about loyalty, about betrayal and mostly, about the many interpretations of love (this being, no person sees love in the same way which can be rather problematic).

Now I am no longer a student, a working woman instead. Surprisingly the transition was not hard and I have become use to my new life, in the Mother City. This has also surprised me – is it this easy for most people? Do we just transition and forget what it was like before? Are we really that easy?

Anyway.

Worried about mediocrity and allowing my life to pass me by, I have started writing a list of 1000 things to do before I die. I know, it sounds cliché but nonetheless, it has become my occupation. I am obsessed with ticking things off. So obsessed that running a 10km race is more appealing than letting a box remain unticked. Incredibly, my levels of motivation have sky-rocketed and I am actually quite enjoying it.  Again, I recommend it.

Otherwise, I am largely occupied with the stock market. I insist on getting incredibly rich via this mechanism. The only problem is that it completely overwhelms me (PE multiples? rand plays? AltX? WTF?) and I tend to go along with general opinions and well, have no idea how to read the market. And yes, this is on the list which means I will not stop till I get it right which should prove entertaining.

Well, first times are never fantastic. I am sure that I will get better, more experienced, more relaxed and soon have you begging for more. Until then, be patient.

Oh, and I believe a strong margarita can get you through any day. More about that next time.