Days of Our Lives

Today is Women's Day in South Africa. So it was a public holiday. I spent the day with all but the one woman I wanted to spend my day with. It's now 10:12pm. I've just finished eating 3 slices of leftover pizza. Been writing for most of the night. Freelance. Just so I can continue spending money on shit I don't really need! Okay, maybe I'm being a tad too harsh on myself. I made 3 very important purchases today. Life-changing purchases. No fuck around. So, I'm sorta happy. Trying to get my 'adult' on. Now, there's one more thing to fix.

Oh, I'm grateful to two people who worked with me today. Sam and Hazel. Haze, I'll make it up to you for working on this day. Right after you buy me my ribs, creme soda and waffle with ice-cream from Wimpy...

Ol' Blue Eyes

"That's life". That ditty by legendary crooner Frank Sinatra, Mr Ol' Blue Eyes, is a gentle attempt by the universe to tell me to chill the cufk out. For there's nothing new under the sun. That whatever happens to me has happened to millions of people on this grey, old universe.

This is why I love Big Band Jazz. Old world wisdom. It is on that note that I do what I do on a Friday after 5pm. I leave the office, go home and see if I can hit the streets hard.

He is.

I'm not about to use this blog to shove religion down your throats. But I'mma let you know the one thing I know for sure; God is good.

Oh, it's Jub Jub's birthday tomorrow. Am still hoping to be with him, go the arcade, play some video games and just kick it for a minute. If this means I'm the first person at the airport, then so be it.

Ok, one more time; God is good.

Salaam.

The end of the world is nigh

I'm convinced I'm going to die soon. Nope, this is not me being dramatic as usual. I'm truly convinced that my days on earth are numbered. I'm not tempting fate. I can feel it. And actually I'm ready to go.
There is no way that I can go through so many emotions in such a period of time and not crash the system. The funny thing is that I'm not even responsible for any of these feelings. "Ja, blame others, Sandman", I hear you say. Well, fuck you then! You don't know what you're talking about.

Last night I was at the happiest I've been in a long time, after a rather shitty morning. The shittiest I've had in yonks!  But the night was just awesome, thanks to friends who cared enough to want to lift me from the abyss. Couldn't have scripted it in that way even if I tried. So, you see, dear reader, the highs are high, the lows are really low.

Now, today (3hrs ago) I had something that stands to bring me long lasting happiness and financial stability. Now, at 11:12am, as I write, it's slipping through my fingers, fast. And as I said, I have not done anything to bring this upon meself. It's like the universe is playing tricks on me, teasing me, just to see what I'mma do. Tiring. As usual we roll with the punches.

Oh, you? You continue having a fabulous time. Drop me an email, tell me how you're doing.  Then maybe I can leave my sad/happy life and live vicariously through you. 

As Wawa and Jub Jub would say 'Peace out!'

1 is the magic number

Mon, Tues, Wed...

Whew, this has been the most trying week of my life. Today 11:00am will never be forgotten. I can now point to physical evidence that people cannot be trusted. That the only person to trust is me. And me alone. Doing good has gotten me nowhere. So, ladies and gentlemen, here comes the asshole!
Tonite, I'mma drink hard, say goodbye to my old self and welcome the new me.

I give up.

Dear reader, every year, on the 31st December, I always take time to think about what I've done in the year - what I've achieved, what I could have done better and so on.
But guess what, xmas doth cometh earlieth this yeareth! I quit my job, quit something else I refuse to discuss and now I'm about to quit something that may have run its course. I'm fucking too old to deal with bullshit. I keep saying it, but never truly act on it. No more talk. Action speaks louder than vowels.

Oh, have a great day y'all. Write to me, tell me how you're doing.

Life

So, after thinking that I'd taken 1000 000 steps forward, I'm taken back to square one.