Happy Fathers Day.

By Shebee // anger, bleakness, fuck, tears, weepy // 11 Comments

I’m having a bit of a wobbly, excuse me.

Growing up I felt like my dad wasn’t around much, probably because he wasn’t. He was a contractor and went where the money was. Which meant that my brother Brandon was the man of the house at the age of 9 or something. He was the only meat eater really, so whenever he got sick of the scrambled eggs on toast we practically lived on, he would braai a piece of boerie on a candle. Because he was too small to know how to start an actual braai, and between my mother and I we were pretty useless with anything related to something a man should do.

Aug
18

SA Beauty Pageant 2008. Good lawd!

By Shebee // fuck // 20 Comments

Every now and again I unstick my head from my bum and read the news. One particular story had me stop what I was doing, scrounge for some paper and draw you a pretty little picture. If you click on it it should grow bigger (amazing, I know) and you can read the words and see her his their facial features in better detail:

SA Beauty Pageant 2008

Inspired by this: http://www.news24.com/News24/South_Africa/News/0,,2-7-1442_2377628,00.html sorry, the wordpress link popper upper thingy won’t work right now. So I can’t cleverly make it link to a word and stuff.

Aug
14

Universe: 1, SheBee: 0

By Shebee // Eish, I miss my mind the most, car, fuck, garage // 36 Comments

So there I am on my way to see Bad Brad, a mate of mine who’s moved to Durban. Finally – a buddy from my hometown nearby! He calls to ask me to pop in at the garage to pick up a pack of smokes. After nearly being rammed up the frigging ass by a taxi who tries to park his bonnet in my boot at the traffic lights, I turn left into the Garage and park right outside the doors of the 24hr One Stop.

Jan
22

I am PMSing most dangerously, look the other way!

By Shebee // Being in Cape Town, fuck, woes me // No Comments

I know that I bitch every month around this time, but Jesus! I am a raging, hormonal bitch lately. If a sentence like this offends you, I encourage you to read this. I think poor old Richard needs a stand up ovation for avoiding me at every corner of his house and peacefully minding his own business while I sit glaring at my computer screen. He’s been subjected to the following:

His favourite bowl being smashed. Not on purpose, promise
Being moaned at while he channel hops while I’m trying to watch TV, even if only during commercial breaks

Dec
29

Fuck it, I’m traumatised.

By Shebee // I am feeling like my own spare wheel today, car, clutch plates, fuck, me, woes me // No Comments

Jesus. I hate being a female sometimes.

Today I decided that I have looked like a monkey for long enough, and went to go and replenish my stock of veet. While in the fem products isle, I grabbed a box of tampax. You know, just so that I have it handy.