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It has just dawned me that I have only 20 days left before I'm no longer 20something.

Somehow - an awfully insignificant event seems, well, significant.

We'll see I guess.

of history, that's mine. some of it.

Today on facebook, an aunt of mine, who lives in England posted an old photograph of a newspaper article cut out. I never knew my dad or his side of the family but since the birth of facebook I’ve found some of them – although communication is very limited. What would we say to each other?

One of the men in the photographs face jumped right out at me! “hmmm… I know those features… blimey! He’s got a face like mine!!!”

Anyway.. Turns out this pic is one of my grandfather and his assistant. He was apparently quite a clever man who worked with the old steam trains and this pic was taken on the day that one, I believe to be named “Lady Mona” did her last rail trip from Port Shepstone to Durban.

That’s all I got. I’ve e-mailed family for more information coz I be like, interested to know more.

So..

“hey hey! nice to see your face for the first time in my life. and might I just say, what a handsome face it is, although the generations have been good to me and I pull it off just a bit better than you – just saying”


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I’ve had a response to my email to my aunt in the UK and she is emailing me the article clipping that can not be seen in the pic. Woot woot.

my teenage dream

Only a friend would send an email containing pictures of my latest celebrity crush at opportune moments. When I really needed a smile…

Having a bad day this side… agg, fek it, who am I kidding, I’m having a bad month.

And then.. sigh, voila – I have Darren Criss half naked on e-mail. Hehe. Tis a best friends duty to remember the little things like this in life.

What is it about him?

The full lips?
The dark smoldering eyes?
The thick brown hair?

The fact that he can sing?

I don’t know. I don’t care. I just want to lick him.

dexter

This morning Dexter caught his first bird.

At all of 5 months old, my cat child is a murderer.

The baby pigeon he managed to get his claws into never stood a chance.

There was just so much blood and feathers! I was completely freaked out. I understand that this is what cats do, and I’ve been ok with the geckos, but a bird. It’s just messy.

And so there he was. My beautiful boy, covered in blood and grinning from ear to ear.

I can not cope.

Could not bring myself to take a picture of him covered in blood but here is a nice pretty picture of him.