Saturday was amazing. One moment I’m formatting and re-installing the world’s heaviest laptop (I think I’m gonna park this thing at home and never move it, haha). The next, my cousin rescues me from work, I’m in the Scud, I’m at a party then I’m in da club. Here’s an update of the interesting bits (you know I’ve left the best shit out, *wink*).
It seems my database was….uhm…corrupted either early Thursday or late Wednesday. Whatever happened, you couldn’t open any stories and comments. Which, as you’ve probably guessed, managed to really feck me off.
My baby sister was born on Valentine’s Day in 1988. As if being born on chocs-and-roses day wasn’t a blessing enough, she’s got me for a brother (and four others, just to make things interesting for any potential suitors out thurr). The scary part is, my baby sister is writing her final A-Level exam tomorrow.
Not just lyrics from a crap Steve Winwood song, but the song I’m singing today cos LIVERPOOL WON IN THE CHAMPIONS LEAGUE!
Well, what a weekend. That’s the thing about Hahaharare, it never ceases to amaze. There’s always somethin goin’ on, and you can’t afford to fall asleep. Shuck and jive, that’s the way to survive. I’ll tell you why.
Those who know me well, will know I’m a Western Province fan. They’d also know I’m notoriously fickle when it comes to “second” teams, so just ‘cos Free State won the thing last time, and I can’t stand the Bulls, I was rooting orange for the Currie Cup final on Saturday.
I must be doing something wrong. Seriously, I think there has to be a major flaw in the way I’m conducting my shit, cos really peeps, Nothing. Is. Working. Out. And I really mean, not a damn thing is going right! Jesus wept.
…have been happening to me lately, and sadly (or happily, depending on your p.o.v) I haven’t quite had the time to fill y’all in. It’s kinda hard for me to absorb Liverpool losing then winning, working like a dawg, unknowingly hitting on teenage girls and almost getting killed (deep breath) *and* falling in love (again).
After reading all the stories about TelOne killing the Internets, and how Zimbabwe was now even more isolated as a result, I wasn’t surprised to come into the office this morning and find……no emails.
I had an accident over the weekend. Not what’s you’d expect, like the crash-bang-thud-twisted-metal-body-parts-everywhere kind. Nope, this was a self-infilicted bout of indigestion, probably resulting from an unhealthy mix of whole grain mustard, chillies, peppers and dodgy beef. Bad.
1. Clothes no matter how wonderful they are, do not have powers of locomotion. They will NOT pick themselves up off the floor. Underwear with skid marks is a definite NO-NO. Mate, Softex is there for a reason.
In an effort to simplify things for all my potential dates out there, here’s another list of 10 things; this time a few basic requirements I have of my ideal girl. Just so we can have at least a shadow of a chance at a meaningful and lasting relationship.