Girls Only.

I am bloated, super sensitive, having a fat ugly day, a bad hair day, I feel like I've re-entered puberty as far as the pimple zone goes and all of this because I'm PMSing.
Seriously. It's days like this that I let down the female team by saying: I hate being a woman. Sometimes.

Why do us woman have to go through so much shit. Periods, period cramps, giving birth, getting fat from that (I think guys should go through all the sympathy pains...their stomachs should swell-no the beer belly doesn't count, they should go through the pain etc...) we're more prone to bladder infections, we go through menopause etc...etc...etc....
It's rubbish. Absolute rubbish.
I feel like having a feet stomping temper tantrum, screaming into a pillow, having a good cry and then stuffing myself with chocolate.

Can you tell I'm in a bad mood?

In other news, I did go on a major shopping spree (OK, I do love being a woman.) It was a necessity because I needed new winter clothes. I don't know what happened to my winter things...did they get lost when I moved out of the ex? Are they stuck (by mistake) in storage with my kettle and cutlery?
I literally had a few coats and that was it. I got long sleeve shirts and tops, black pants, a fluffy robe and pair of slippers that I live in now. I don't actually want to leave the house and I find myself forcing myself to accept social invitations just in case I become one of those woman who never gets out of her pajamas and becomes severly obese.

I got 2 pairs of gorgeous black stilettos. 1 pair that has a pointed toe and 1 pair that has a rounded toe. Essential I tell you. OK, I told myself that, when I handed over my debit card for the hundredth time. I was surprised I didn't have blisters on my fingers from the number of times I had to punch in my PIN code.
Pay day (25th of each month) is a beautiful thing on the actual day and for the next 5 or 6 days. By the time the 1st of each month roles round I am broke again. Not entirely, but you get the idea.
However, I am still going to stand by the point that that shopping excursion was absolutely necessary. I can't be catching a cold now so that I wouldn't be able to work for the next salary. I needed those winter clothes...shoes, robes and slippers included. In my industry it's no work; no pay, so you see? Thank you Miss Excuses. You're much nicer than Mr. Murphy.

PS> I am starting to get alarmingly obsessed with vanilla tea. I use the word "alarmingly" because I find myself getting upset when restaurants don't serve vanilla tea. That isn't normal. I'm putting it down to the PMS week and will have to monitor myself closely the week after that. I'll keep you posted....or just keep checking the headlines for Crazy Girl arrested for assaulting Restaurant manager for not stocking Vanilla Tea.

Young boys and being broke!!

So this money thing...sorry lack of money thing is forcing me to be creative. I have to find things to do, to amuse myself without actually spending a cent. It is a complete challenge.
For example: Going through ash trays to find half smoken cigarettes is necessary. Not fun, but necessary.
OK...I'm kidding, but I have done that before, once. Twice. Ok... three times.
I'm getting to that point though. It has forced me smoke less.

I've dusted off my board games, I'm being forced to drink the good wine I've kept for those "special" occasions and I'm getting to read all my books I've got piling up next to my bed. I also get to write my own book now and yesterday I actually got 30 pages done. I impressed myself.

Oh and how could I forget. Special K would not accept the fact that I couldn't see her, so the night was on her (I hate that, but I appreciate it - what can I say?)
I suppose we should be flattered, but actually... no.
We're sitting there, enjoying our wine by the fire when this young dude comes swaggering up to our table. He had the babiest of faces and yet he was in his business suit.
"So ladies... what brings you here tonight?" he asks, trying to be ultra suave. He's harmless and uber young; how could we not take advantage? I know. I'm a horrible person.
"Well, as you can see, we're having out weekly knitting club!"
He laughs.
"I'm sitting over there with my work colleagues. We're having after work drinks."
He points to six men in suits and 2 giggling females.
"Great. Look, I'm from Cape Town and I hardly ever get to see my mate. If you don't mind, I'd really like to catch up with her." I say, pointing to Special K.
10 out of 10 for his persistance.
"Oh, and do you live here then?" he asks Special K.
SK: "Yip."
"What do you two do for a living? I'm in IT. Here's my business card...I'm quite high up in the company!"
He puts the card and the table, and underneath his name it says: Junior Assistant.
I just start laughing and laughing...this is too good to be true.
SK: "I own a dog parlour!"
"Seriously? Cool. I'm 23 years old" he says. I'm just thinking What the hell??
SK: "Well, what are you doing with older woman like us?"
"You're not that old! You must be 25, 26 years old!"
SK: "Nope. I'm 35 and she's 38!"
What the f*ck? Nice one, thanks Special K...very nice of you! Sheesh!!
SK: "She's a beautician, that's why she looks so good for 38!" she pulls a tongue at me.
"So, do you two have boyfriends?" he just DOESN'T give up.
"We do. Don't you have a girlfriend?"
"Of course you do! I have a girlfriend. She's 17 and so immature. I'm looking for an older woman!"
"Of course you are. Right, well, seriously...if you don't mind. I need to catch up with my friend. I have an early flight to Durban tomorrow."
"But I thought you said you lived in Cape Town?"
Shit. "I meant, Cape Town."
He disappears and half an hour later he returns.
Seriously. It was all fun and games in the beginning, but now it's annoying.

SK immediately says: "Do you know, that she's just had twins?"
I am now glaring at my friend...ahem...so called friend. I just look at her with a: "Are you trying to kill me?" look.
What came next was nothing short of spectacular and fall off my chair laughing at his audacity.
I will quote what he said: "Sexy! At least I know the factory still works!"
That was it for me. I couldn't believe he had actually said that with such a straight face. Jesus!
We promised to join his work crowd in an hour if he left us alone.
We left an hour later and ran for the door.

I've re-read this now and I guess you had to be there for it to be as funny as it was, but I have just typed all of this and I'm not deleting it, so humour me and laugh!! ;-)

Have a fabulous weekend and just remember...5 more days til PAY DAY!!

So much Month at the end of the Money!

When I've said I've been broke before, I've normally had a little money to tide me over for the few days until pay day.


I'm six days away and I am actually wanting to sit down and cry. I put R14 into my car today. I got a whopping 1.4 litres. Holy shit! My petrol light didn't even go off and the needle didn't even move. I pray every time I need to get into my car that if I do break down, I don't break down in some dodgy area. I'm also driving at 40kms. So if you see a blonde girl driving really really s-l-o-w-l-y...it's me! Sorry for the hold up.
F*ck!

So while I was filling up...haha... I asked the petrol attendant (who was extremely amused by my question) how much taxi's cost from Fourways to Sandton.
He told me that I would need to get 2 taxi's just to get to the place and 2 taxi's to get back.
1 taxi is R9. So I'm too poor for a taxi.
How fantastic is that?

AWESOME!!






The reason this has happened is because I am completely sick and tired of chasing people for my money. It's the one thing I hate about freelancing. People want me to do the voice over or the job or whatever it is immediately! They don't pay immediately though.

It's also really "weird" how I can't seem to get hold of them either...their phones aren't answered and they didn't "get" the emails.
It's so bloody frustrating. I cannot believe I have to chase my own money! I need a manager to do this for me. Haha! How very Hollywood!
Kidding.


People need to pay me. It's simple. I don't know where the new concept came out where people think I work for free?
Even Paris Hilton get's paid and let's face it...she sooo doesn't need it.

So. I decided to draw up a list of things I really need to cut down on and I have realised how much I waste and actually I'm a bloody spoilt brat!! It pains me to say this.

• I have decided to not buy my monthly magazines (Glamour, Cosmo and Cleo) *can't believe I've never ordered a subscription. Idiot.* BUT, this will be the first month in my life of buying magazines that I won't buy one. I'm pathetic I know.
• I really need to cut down on my cellphone. Such a problem when I don't have a landline and I LOVE TALKING!!! Seriously, though...I need to.
• I need to cut down on my lunches with the girls and I need to stop always treating people.
• I need to put more money into my 32 day account so that I am forced to not touch it.

There are other things I need to cut out, but I don't feel like boring you.

People justify EVERYTHING

People fascinate me. I would love to find out what the psyche is behind certain people. I'd love to find out how they justify things to themselves. How they make it "OK" in their minds.
It's fascinating and yet if that "wish" of mine had to come true, I'm sure I'd be very haunted.

I have a friend who was engaged to a man who was also engaged to three other women. Firstly - it's disgusting. Secondly, HOW? and Thirdly - How did he think he would get away with it and what made him think it was OK?

I know someone who honestly believes everyone should drop everything when they need something and if people don't, they get really really upset. They also try and palm off as many things as they can on other people - basically they want everything to be done for them, including their job. It's so selfish.

I know someone who believes everyone is jealous of them. Imagine living with an ego as big as that. I want to know what makes them think that and then again, do I?

I have been witness to this girl being overly flirtatious and, well, slutty to a friend of mines husband. He was excellent in the way he handled but I do not understand where girls get off. What made her justify her actions?

Nothing too exciting at the moment...I'm working very hard and I'm rather pissed off that there is so much month at the end of the money!! I'm really feeling the pinch of the bad economy at the moment!
*Sigh*