only, he’s dead.

Still thinking of you Drew.  Not daily anymore, but probably once or twice a month.  Hah, you’d roll in your grave. Asshole.

/nostalgic surreality/

I swear to god, old woman, if you phone me wunmoreagain, I will shoot myself.  In the left eyeball.  Just to numb the pain of the squeek in your voice!

-said to insane patient who should really be calling LifeLine instead.  Or MNET, I believe they care.  

How dare you tell me you’ve just gotten lucky in drunken state, especially since you know I can’t say the same.  Thank you for making me giggle last night tho, with your late night sms routine and jolly demenour – cheered me up immensely.  But yes, I agree – the parentals shall adore me. PS: Predictive is not your friend when you’re intoxicated!

Sunday, 6th May, 19.21pm

Last night I did the duly responsible South African thing and supported my rugby team, the Natal Sharks vs my brothers team, the Stormers. For some reason, everyone in our family supports a different team, so as you can imagine there was great competition in my dads household, as the game after was the Blue Bulls vs. the Crusaders.

There are two reasons I support the Sharks:

No.1 reason: Ryan Kankowski plays 8th man. I love that man, I have unformalised plans of stealing him late one night and shoving him into a sack and making him have my babies. Or the other way round, whichever he prefers – I’m totally open to anything that devine male specimen might suggest.