go check it out

Not just because I say so, but because it will be worth your while too, I do suggest you follow this here link http://www.quitch.blogspot.com/ and peruse the blog of one of my best friends in the entire universe.

Mad.
Crazy.
Random.

You name it; you’ll probably find it over there.

Thank you. That is all.

year end function

Tonight is our year end function.

I dread these yearly events, I really do.

Firstly, I find the entire thing to be a façade. Everyone is happy and smiling and laughing – you hear things like “oh Lee, you look gorgeous in that dress” or “Mathew! Look at you all dressed up in a suit this evening. Smashing!” Although, the minute backs are turned its more like “omg. How short is Lee’s dress? If it was any shorter it would be a scarf!” or “Matt looks like a small fat penguin in that suit. What was he thinking?”

I just find it all too fake because on Monday morning the usual bitchiness and backstabbing will resume.

So anyway – I will get over it and I will try embrace the festivities. The theme for the evening is smart, jazzy etc – etc… and it is being held at a fancy schmancy Hotel here on Durbans beachfront… should be pretty.

I am wearing :



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I just hope I dont end up looking like poor Matt, a small fat penguin in a suit.

a quote

“Anything that occurs once can never occur again. But, should it happen twice, it will surely happen a third time” ~Paulo Coelho - The Valkyries~

I don’t believe the statement is or was meant to be true, not for one minute, but I did love the book and I do think it’s a real pretty sentence.

If you say it, softly, and slowly, it just rolls off your tongue,
over your lips
into no where.


Sometimes I wish I could softly, slowly just roll off over into no where, but not today...

I have plans for this evening.

help?

I'm not the crispiest chip in the packet and I'm easily confused.

And I am the worse when it comes to the internet and blogs and settings etc...

Please help.

Is there a way, I'm sure there must be, that I can remove "followers" from my blog?

thank you kindly

a random note

I was asked this weekend, which of the “weird and wonderfuls” I own and have lying around at home I name my most favourite “worldly” possession. In an ideal world we don’t have favourite worldly possessions or we shouldn’t have, some would say. I’m tempted to agree, but I do have one, so I won’t.

I did not even have to think about it. Not for a second. It would have to be my guitar. Finished and klaar! My “old faithful”

I’ve had a few over the years, but things happen and I’m left with one.

This particular one I bought in a drunken stupor the night my friend B and I decided retail therapy was in order. Her boyfriend had broken up with her; my boyfriend had broken up with me, on the same night nogal. Kak situation. So we headed off to Gateway to do some shopping and drink cocktails at Primi. (we’re talking exes here. not current)

That evening I came home with;
* A guitar
* A T-shirt from lady & the punk
* A giant "I LOVE MAYO" sticker (?) (I dunno why)
* A rainbow badge that says "I can’t even think straight"
* A pair of "Reefs"
* A jacket
* A nipple ring (that I did take out! I mean, how stupid was that?)
* A blood alcohol level equivalent to that that could kill a small human.

I love my guitar so much. It has been there for me through sad times :-(
And happy times :-)

ANGRY TIMES --- Grrr! (I don’t know how to draw an angry face)

When I am (or when I think I am) in love. And when I’m not.

My guitar has helped me interpret good moods, bad moods, moments of “Uh?”And those of “Eh?!”

An “Uh?” or “Eh?!” face looks like this ::d(-_-)b::

And I know that when I’ve have had a lousy day, that when I get home I will pick up my guitar and just play. I’ll add random words to songs and laugh, sometimes I cry. Sometimes I just listen to the sounds I’m creating. I can sit in the dark for hours just strumming along, humming along, now and again, I will even sing along (coz singing aint something I do much of)

I would be very sad if someone took it away from me.