Love is a losing game, played by fools.

So, the past few days have been filled with laughter, like and 'weirdness'. But it all came crashing last night. I didn't mean for it to come out. Didn't plan for it. But it did. Hey, don't pretend like you don't know I'm talking about my ex-girlfriend/friend/(insert appropriate descriptor here). That's what I've been writing about for the past few months.Y'know I think this blog should be called Things and Girlfriend.

Anyway, we spent the past few days together. Had so much fun. It was like we never broke up. Nothing important was said. We just had fun. But my brain refuses to pretend shit is legit when it's not. So, I had to 'clarify' - against my better judgement. For in the past, I'd try to clarify shit and we always ended up fighting.
This time, we didn't. Maybe it's coz I'm tired of fighting. Maybe she's just as tired as I am. Y'know, I do realise why we fight. Yup,  you said it! Even with everything I know/feel, I think I still have feelings for her. So, last night's discussion was about what those feelings are. After a few tequilas, we got to a 'point of undestanding'. I hope she now understands how I feel and I sorta understand how she feels.

Hey, this thing called love... I wish it didn't exist. My world would be easier to understand.

Anyway, we'v come to the end of the year. Drive safely. Don't drink and drive. Condomise. Enjoy the break. I'm off to Durban, then Cape Town.

Sea, sun and sand!

S.

Privé

So, last night I attended Privé's Freedom In The Kitchen evenings. My good friend Thuto cooked up a storm. Good food, good people, lotsa wine. I even forgot about my asshole client. Left the restaurant at 2:15am. All this, thanks to Greg Maloka for an impromptu House Music set. Lots of Louis Vega's Elements of Life 3. Still to be released! Ha! Greg is in like that.

I may still be drunk. But I'm not telling.

Salaam,

S.

Of lice and ex-girlfriends

So, a lot has happened in the past few weeks. Some of it good, the rest... blerrh. Is that even a word?
 Anyway, I made up with my on-and-off ex-girlfriend/friend and she decided to fuck me in the arse again. I don't know why I keep letting her into my life 'coz she's proven I'm an option in hers. What I hate is the assumption that I'm an idiot. I guess I am for expecting different results. The script stays the same. The characters are the same. She's the director. I just get a cameo role. I'm done doing Drama, I need a role in a Romance.

What else has happened, I hear you ask. Well, I went to a wedding in Rustenburg. It was fun seeing people who still believe in marriage get married. They seemed to be in love. Ah, well, I can't tell anymore. They smiled a lot. I wish them the best. Anyway, I got trashed on my Henny and Appletiser. Came back the next day. Round 2 of that wedding is today. They are Black, you see...

Last night, Lil'Wayne performed at the Dome. I didn't go. I was drained. Slept early.
Today, he's performing with Rick Ross and Eminem (surprise guest). I'm being pushed to go. I think I should. I need to destress and dance with young people.
The ticket that I'm proud to have bought is for Sting's show in March. Oh, didn't I tell you that I had to can my NY trip? Bought air tickets, but couldn't afford December accommodation in NY. Expensive as hell. For New Yorkers! How about me with my South African Ront? So, I'mma delay it to Feb/March. Would love to do Feb so I can come back in time to see Sting here at home.

What else has happened? Oh, at the wedding, I met some lovers of Hip Hop. Adult Hip Hop. And joined their crew. They hangout once a month, review a book, listen to good Hip Hop and drink good whisky. I can live with that.

My nephews; Jub Jub and WahWah are in Dubai and Turkey. School's out you see and their parents can afford such. Me, I'm just a broke uncle.

On the work front; I sign with the SABC on Monday (cross fingers they approve my rate) and I sign a rather lucrative contract with an agency I've been working with for a while. And hopefully clinch this deal that landed on my lap on Thursday last week. You know what this means, right? It means I don't have to work for a boss the whole of next year. Good times!

Now, I need to eat. I don't know when I'll be blogging again. But I'll try to come back soon. Maybe tomorrow, if I go to this teeny bopper concert tonight.

Pots and Pans,
S.

The web...

Go 'head Jonathan!