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The 2009 Nerdy Nom-noms are open!
For those of you not on Twitter (n00bs) I have a surprise! I was halfway through a post of my personal 2009 Hotties yesterday when a comment or ten came through from the nerd boys suggesting they be included, then the girls jumped on the bandwagon too! Not mentioning any names or anything though, it did plant a little seed in my head; I have decided to run an online hotness pageant! Please say hello to The Sexiest Nerdies 2009 Awards, aka The Nerdies (play on the word ‘Nudies’ – I’m so bloody witty, really).
How it will work:
You (yes, you) will nominate your online hottie of choice by using means of my Twitter stream, email or comment right here on this very post. I want names and links of your nominees, people. I will blog the entire process and let you in on who’s who after I’ve fully investigated their backgrounds, DNA samples, swimwear modeling & abilities to stand out.
The Nerdy Nom-noms:
You can nominate as many Nerdies as you like, for whichever reason you like. I will then narrow the Nom-noms down to categories and then finals. Nominations have come from the guys mostly, so girls stop being so bloody shy already!
The Rules & Regs:
The nominees must either be South African, or reside in South Africa
The nominees must have an online presence, be it a blog, a twitter account or even just an owner of an online company.
The nominees should be nominated for their personalities more than anything else, this is onlinedom okes, shallowness is null and void here. Or so they say.
The judge’s decision is final. Unless you come up with good bribery or sexual favours second to none. I like chocolates. I’m just saying. Steve is the male judge. He likes head-banging music. And fluffy bunnies.
Right. Any questions needing to be asked may be done so here.
SUBMIT YOUR NERDY NOM-NOMS NOW!
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I actually don’t know where to start
…so I’ll just go right ahead and tell you my news that has been keeping you all guessing:
But first! Let me just say something here. OH my FuckingFuck. Had the best weekend, EVAR. With an ‘A’. My NBF* C@th and I get on like a dog given hornygoatweed tablets with a fire-hydrant. Mutual leg humpage abounds.
Then. Australia has been shelved for right now. I’ve decided that it just can’t happen for me right now. My next plan?
DURBAN BABY!
I have inherited the most beautiful housemate in the world, who comes completely complimentary with one fully grown almost 3 year old angel named Cameron. Yes, its true. I’m awesome, I know. Not leaving the country. Instead, moving in with Cath and Cam. Yay. I’m so excited. There will be perving out my bedroom window, to a fabulous topless young man who lives in the building across the road. I have a balcony that looks out onto the sea and the city – night time is ambience personified.
I am happy. And excited. And unemployed, please give me a job. Se.ri.ou.sly. Come on, I’m good…at stuff. GIVE ME A JOB!
Monday. Sigh. I want to go back to the Cathcam home.
*NewBestFried, you beautiful dumbasses.
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I’ve dined with a butt-ugly bat!
Today was a fantastically tiring journey of travel. The drive up to the Drakensberg was long, and I mean LONG. The roads were windy, potholed, cow riddled and schoolkid filled. I was SO relieved to finally arrive at the Champagne Castle. It is breath taking here.
During the 5 course dinner tonight, Tiff laughed her ass off when I was nearly attacked by a bat in the dining room. I, of course, handled it with all my lady-like might. NOT. I screamed, swore loudly and almost dived under the table. The granny at the next table’s eyes nearly popped out when she overheard my reaction. I shamefully ate the rest of my dinner in silence, after going outside for a small smoke break.
Will be taking photo’s tomorrow to be posted here. Make up and fancy clothes not included, batteries sold seperately, so don’t expect much.
Right now I am typing this while sitting on the veranda watching a spectacular thunder storm over the mountain. It is raining so hard I can’t even hear myself think. I love rain and thunder storms.
Thats it from me, I have a life to live, and its a Friday night – lemme get on with my girls weekend. I’m dying for the massage I have booked for tomorrow. Might just make it a full body with happy ending if its a sexy Korean dude. Only teasing.
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I won the war against Wimpy
And now I am smug. Bitching sometimes does come in handy, especially when you order a sandwhich and it takes one hour, forty five minutes, three phone calls and a sparring insult-swapping session with the manager.
I sit here munching on a free bacon, cheese, tomato & onion sandwhich which I will wash down with my free coke.
Take that, mofo’s!
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Weekend bliss
I dreamt of STD’s last night. Yes, Sexually Transmitted Diseases. Lord knows why, I am a reborn virgin and may as well be a woman of the cloth for all the sexcapades I’ve been doing…
I woke up (in my dream) to find that I had a rash all over my eyeballs and that my toes had gone green. Odd, to say the very least.
Things I plan on doing this weekend:
- Sleeping in on saturday.
- Boarding up windows so the sun doesn’t shine in and wake me up
- Getting the dogs next door muzzles so they don’t bark all fucking night ever again
- Washing my car (Ha! Funny one, Sheena!)
- Enjoying the rugga. Read: sexy sweaty hairy rugby players.
- Hopefully making it down to the beach so I can decrease my pale pallor resembling a see-thru gecko. Nasty.
- Singing my heart out at tonights singstar war with my mates. Yay! Memo to self: buy strpsols. TONIGHT. Most likely won’t be able to talk tomorrow.
- Enjoying every second of every minute that is my weekend.
Have a good one guys!
