Due to a typical Feylian f…mess up I left my lovely Dell’s cable at a client. So now I am back in front of a PC at the office where I poured out much of my soul last year this time. Amazing how the same playlist*, same view, hell…the same emoticons on MSN, drag out [...]

I am watching Boer Soek ‘n Vrou and deary me, chewing foil would be more fun. The “probing” questions, the evasive Afrikaans farmer mustachioed, plaid shirt wearing, chino wielding bore meisters makes me seriously consider whacking my extremities on gangrene causing rusted ogiesdraad. /shudder
I’ve been trying to write to, and about, Him but I can’t [...]

Sorry about the radio silence folks but I am 1. as previously mentioned in this post, the village idiot and 2. sans 3G which makes posting outside of the comfort and joy of the work place challenging. And be warned: the likelihood of this post being south of anything resembling erudition is very good*!
I’m [...]

I feel like I am motes of once-known-as-Feylian swirling in Barenjaeger* or a leaf blowing in the whistle of Felix Laband’s Whistling in Tongues. I want to drink Him and I know he will taste of maple syrup. My blood is hardly salty red – I’ve just made him a mixed cd of music [...]

It’s gone and happened folks. I think it’s him. The Guy. I am falling in love. The Afrikaans word “verlief” is better. “In love” seems presumptuous and not a little hasty.
I’m not very lucid at the moment as I only got home at 5 this morning after many hours of honest here-I-am, what now, soul [...]

It is wine festival time again /GRIN. El the Legend’s church* has a yearly charity event where all gather to have wine, good food and excellent conversation. This year I have my own table.
Folk in attendance: CC, Delicious One, Rangineer, O the Metal Alchemist, Lovely Lila (MM’s sister), Hot Divorce Lawyer & friend and a [...]

CC used the f-word* yesterday. I may have cried a little bit. I was still ok with him buggering off to Cape Town to find himself or the mountain or whatever it is that tie dye wearing, copy writing flakes who drive S4’s and own everything with the word “touch” in it somewhere do there…grrr…where [...]

The date went surprisingly well. Granted I could muster only the odd Witty Remark but I think that was a good thing. Such a nice/cute guy. He beams when he smiles but manages to look the Karoo dusk and not a strobelight.
It’s the weirdest thing, the past while it seems as if my taste in [...]

Look I know I kvetch about “lurve” a lot. I’m a GIRL. Deal with it. So yet another update about Cupid and Eros and all the other chubby little bastards which so greatly influence my pinkity pink existence.
Russian Mafia Guy is pretty irrevocably in love, and that is awesome :). What is not so awesome [...]

I love the endless-possibility-feeling of a Saturday morning, when the living is easy*. An epic evening of acoustic blues at Sinkshack with Badword, Poet Programmer and the guys from The Black Cat Bones ensured a fragile morning ensconced in feather duvet and The Rattle Bag. I have no idea what I will do the rest [...]