Those people..

Since that post I wrote about hating forwarded messages (that people think are so "cool" or "funny") and confessing that I immediately delete them. I have lost a few friends, which I don't really mind because now I actually get proper e-mails. I have a friend who hates them with more of a passion that I do. Which is humanly impossible. But he actually does. Knowing this, I forwarded him a message last nite and included a bunch of other friends in the message just to annoy him. And it worked. He not only replied to the message but he also gave me a call in which he took 20 minutes out of my precious day to explain to me, yet again, how much he hates being forwarded "cutesy" messages. At this point I was rolling on the floor with laughter. Ok, not really rolling on the floor, more like giggling loudly into his ear. Anyway, he added that the fact that I had copied other people into the message made it worse because now the "lol' brigade are gonna reply and hit "reply all" and he would have to put up with all those "oh my Gosh, that is so funny LMAo" type of replies. I almost felt sorry for him before I realised how much I actually hate those people. I mean who the hell replies to a message by hitting "reply all" to people they do not even know? It was after this sobering realisation that I realised what I have done to myself. And promptly reassured him that my friends are a bit more mature than that and he had nothing to worry about. But I was really reassuring myself because now I realise that I also hate those people who press "reply all"..eish.. and yeah, I also hate, hate, hate, the Vodacom meerkat! I know it has nothing to do with anything. But I am on a roll today!

im bald again (big suprise)

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Timing. Something that I have never ever managed to get right. So as it stands, the only time I choose to have a mini-pity party for myself and be angry at the world will be that time when a friend of mine needs me the most and I am too caught up in my own shit to be there to offer support. My timing sucks. After about two weeks of sunny bliss in the Cape, I will choose the week where it is raining like madness to do my laundry (handwash nogal) and hang it outside to dry only for it to get soaked by the bloody rain... And the only time I choose to break up with an ex will enevitably be the day before my birthday. Which makes no sense at all because that left me with no boyfriend or present and I quite enjoying fighting with this poor guy. Yep, timing is not my stronmg point..but back to the hair This explains why after months of months of braiding, prodding, twisting, brushing and spraying, I have decided to cut my hair (yet again). But I chose a week when it is so bitterly cold and rainy in the Mother city that I haven't even had time to show off my head because it is always covered in beanies.Yep my timing sucks. But the hair had to go at some point. The expense, the stress and the pain of having those ladies pull at it to make it into neat little rows was just too much. i do nmo0t know how I managed for that long. Really! But any day is a good day for a cut for me.

Shitsoup...

I coined that term this morning as it was the only befitting description for the shit soup I cooked last nite. If I was to present that to the food department at any boarding school or prison, I would have been promoted to head chef because it was really that awful. From reading prisoners stories about prison food and having my friends tell me how nasty boarding-school food was, I can say with confidence that I finally identify with their dismay. The only positive spin to this entire "shitsoup" mess-up has been to reinforce the fact that cooking should be left to people who actually know what the hell they are doing. Sllurping that mess, with carrots and bloody sweet potatoes swimming in it was the worst sense of self-inflicted torture I have ever done to my own psyche. I do not think I will ever recover! It was dreadful and I ended up settling for something that is impossible to mess up: Toasted cheese and tomato sandwich. Because I am damn well good at making a sandwich, but really who isnt?