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.
Why being me rocks:
So I got a call at 0730 on Friday morning, offering me a job. Seems my design and writing skills haven’t gone un-noticed (or un-missed, considering who was doing the calling). I guess you could say things are looking up, and if all goes well, that island trip next year may just happen. Watch this space.
Why it sucks to be me:
Saturday night. Scud and Nanny. In walks this gorgeous creature; Nonsi. We start talking, have a couple of drinks. She’s funny, intelligent and beautiful as fuck. With dreadlocks. So, at this point I’m starting to think, hang on a minute, this could be interesting (simply cos she’s laughing at my jokes. Genuinely). So, we take it outside, I’m being charming, she’s being cute, I’m trying not to slur, she’s trying not to act serious. Then, right at the end, it comes. She’s fucking married. Just my luck.
Talk about a rollercoaster. Was it worth it, though? Hell yeah, although the thought that I found someone like that, only for her to have already met her first husband (hint) pisses me off.
But we can always do something about that, can’t we?
P.S. No, I don’t care that Liverpool lost on Sunday. Nor that bloody Dynamos did the same.