Morning After Pill and Me

Oh my word! I did it again. I managed to humiliate myself, all for someone else!

“Sheen I need a favour” says Friendwhogotlucky.

“god – I refuse to go buy you condoms again, the Clicks staff always look at me funny” says I.

“Am not God, damnit – but I promise I will make it up to you if you go fetch the morning after for me. Please? I can’t get out of the office and you don’t want another godchild on your hands, do you?”

*Sigh* I’m such a sucker for punishment.

So I pick up the phone and call the Chemist. “hello, um – this is….Sarah speaking. I wonder if it is possible you could get a -big breathe and rush through the words: morningafterpill ready for me to collect, in a wrapped up package so I dont have to look at it?”

To which, the Chemist replied:

“Em. No. You must fill out a form wiz your I.D. noomber, residential address and sign a foorm seeying you doon’t want a bay-bee ”

Ah, fuck.

Rush to the chemist, fill in fake details, pray to allah no one finds out, touch wood I don’t jinx myself in any way (Lord knows, I’ve been through enough this year)

Beetroot Red, I hand over the money and run to the car. Only to start up the engine and realize I’ve left the blasted package behind.

“Mees Sarah, you left your Morrrning Affter Peel behind! Here eet ees”
Silently, I snatch it up, turn my back, proverbial tail between my legs and die inside, quietly. As I walk out the door, I over hear a Granny asking her lovely grandson;

“Deary, whatever is a Morning After Pill for? After what, exactly?”
Kill me now.

Is Chivalry Dead?

I was just wondering, ya know?

Just this morning, one times old soul stood up for me when I walked into a room. His even older friend then held the door for me as I left. While speaking to another man behind a counter in the shops, a hat was lifted off a head in greeting my presence.

I think not. I would like to believe that one day, just one man relatively younger than, say, ninety fucking six years old will not be too cool to be this way. It is such a small effort on their part, but it really is most welcome on mine.

Come on, Men Readers, be honest now, how many of you do these little things? Do you notice the look of utter disdain and disappointment on your womans face when you don’t do it? Test it out for your self and see.

Long live Chivalry, I say!

Is Chivalry Dead?

Hope this works!

been having major issues with wordpress lately.  keeps swallowing my posts, any idea why guys?  any info would be helpful.

meeting the darling Sweets today for drinks after work.  been looking forward to it for ages.

nothing much else to report, really.  i’m too terrified of typing this whole thing out and having it not work again.

No post today because I’m pissed off with all you people in love & shit. The last poll put up made me feel like a complete retard. (Retaaaar-DATIOn, it is niiiiiice!)DO my poll!

Rant post, block your ears kids

Blogs that went poof!

In order of most noticablility:

1. I are wearing ve Jean Pant.  I loved this chick.  She was one of my first real blog addictions.  Suddenly up and running, then gone and empty.  So sad.
2. The Crayola Dude – aka Ekke.  Also stopped suddenly, then contacted via facebook to ask wtf was happening, only to get a random email saying something about someone getting upset and so he was going private.
3. Wiggly.  Although he’s still around lurking, I do miss his blog something terrible.
4. Hard Spear – a darling, darling man who introduced me to my current blogging circle.
5. Coming Clean – although slightly biased, this blog fascinated every fibre inside of me.

Bring back the Golden Oldies!

Bulletpoint high-lights…

… for the weekend:

• Driving up Thursday afternoon suddenly, at the last spontaneous minute, to Jo’burg
• Having cocktails in (somewhere?) with The Glugs and his Angel on Friday morning some time
• Spending the afternoon with a glass of wine, curled up on the couch chatting
• Cooking breakfast on Saturday morning in hosts gorgeous kitchen
• Meeting up with Kimbo to drive back in her newly acquired convertable
• Feet up on dashboard staring at the early night stars
• Having my name screamed all over 5fm by the DJ who played our requested song and warned his listeners to look out for two Durban chics causing chaos all the way back to their own city driving a convertable on the high way
• Getting home after an 8 hour drive only to shower and change into nightclothes and hit the clubs
• Being proposed to by some random. On his knees. What a dork.
• Sharing the sunset on the beach on Sunday afternoon with my 10 year old brother holding my hand
• Sleeping in after a too-busy weekend with my fluffly pillows and cooled room. Nothin beats your own bed.

It was a good one, how are you?

Procrastination…I’ll find a title later.

I have *so* been avoiding the paperwork on the whole Ozzie immigration thing.  I was meant to spend the weekend reading through visa regulations and rules, and filling out forms, but the thought of another weekend on the coast just made my skin crawl.

I’ve been in JHB since Thursday, midnight, drank coctails with Angel and Glug, finished off a braai and wine and a movie or two, lacked a lot of sleep and have learnt the art of procrastination in immigration mildly.

Caio.