Showing posts with label Paris Hilton. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Paris Hilton. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

A list about me...aren't you lucky? Haha! *Kidding*

I haven't really had anything to post about. Sorry. I've been boring, what can I say?

Still don't have anything exciting to post.
Went to look at a new car today...it's gorgeous and has that lovely new smell. It's a french, I adore it and they've given me a great deal. It freaks me out. My original, first car is completely paid off and I have not had car repayments in years. To add that to my monthly budget is crazy.
BUT...I deserve it! I do.
I'm going to see if my bank manager will allow me to break the bank.

I am working my ass to the bone at work and in the boxing ring. I feel great. Healthy, full of energy and my muscles are definitely letting me know they exist!
I think that's why I'm also not blogging as much. I'm working seriously hard at work and haven't had much time to blog!
I saw Ruby's blog and decided I too should do this for my lack of exciting things to write about!

I am.....Weasel! Haha! I amuse myself.
I know......what E=MC2 means. Kidding.
I want......an incredibly sexy, toned and fabulous, fit and healthy body.
I wish.......I could take a pill that would get me the above instantly.
I hate........my apple shaped bod.
I miss...........my granny!
I fear........being raped and I'm not a fan of the dark or large hairy spiders either.
I feel.........the keyboard keys under my fingertips
I smell.......my perfume.
I hear......my radio playing adverts.
I crave..........prawns.
I search.....on google.
I wonder......why I never landed up with Paris Hilton's bank balance
I regret......
I love....my man, my friends, my family and prawns.
I ache.......all over. Damn exercise...just wait...Paris Hilton is going to wish she had my bank account after I create that pill that will give me an instantaneous fabulously toned body.
I am not.......going to eat the last sour worm, Blondie 2. I promise!
I dance......in my car. I'm amazing at it and I'm just waiting for people to catch up and dance along. We could create our own musical on the roads.
I sing......in the shower and in the car. I AM Mariah Carey.
I cried last........week...but you should have seen the other guy.
I fight.......in the ring. You really should see the other guy.
I write....blogs, gift cards and grocery lists.
I win.....very rarely. Although I did win BACK my very own raffle cake when I was in primary school at our Cake and Bake sale. I bought one ticket and won. My poor mother thought no one had bought tickets and that was why I was bringing it back!
I lose........my car keys and things I need in a hurry when I'm late.
I am never.........too busy for someone in need.
I always.....wear matching underwear.
I listen....properly. There is nothing worse than talking and having no one really HEAR you!
I can usually be found.....at work, out partying, in coffee shops or curled up on the couch.
I need........love, light and laughter.
I am happy.......most of the time. I am a very positive person, but I'm human and have my bad days too.
I imagine....a world with no crime. Yes, sure. Scoff at me. I am serious. Imagine it.

Monday, July 7, 2008

Weekend was...um...weird

What a weekend! Oh. My. God!

Where to start?

Friday night I went to the Jozi Comedy Festival. I laughed so much that I cried and I haven't done that in a long time! I don't know if maybe I'm just maybe...um....weird...*don't answer that*, but I laughed so hard that it caused me to sneeze. My laughter kept tickling something that made me have sneezing fits!!
Weird.

Saturday was the awfully weird and wonderful evening. It was a mate of our's(The Rock Star) birthday parties. It started off all very civilised...you know, at a restaurant with cutlery and actual wine glasses as opposed to any old glass for your box wine! You know how it is!!
It went down hill from there. We ordered 27 Jaegermeisters for the birthday boy...yeah right!! We distributed them between the group and all of a sudden 27 shots doubled before we knew it!
I am still unsure how we landed up where we did, but it came up and all of a sudden we were all screaming the likes of: YAY!! Let's do it!! What fun!! We're going to have such a jol!!!
We ended up (about 8 of us -guys and gals) at...Teazers
I had to write it in small because seriously... dont judge. I still cannot believe we went!! It wasn't as bad as I was expecting. I was expecting to sit there and not know where to look, but it was actually so mild. Ok...it wasn't so mild when a table dance was ordered...that was ahem...ewww!!
You know...it was what it was: group of mates having a right old giggle, blushing and laughing. The best was the men looking awkward as if they don't want to look because we (the girlfriends) were sitting right next to them. That was fun.
Sure, if I had to analyze, it is exploitation...it's disgusting and oh so wrong...but hey!
It was what it was.

We then went to the Red Room. It's not my scene at all but I had a blast. Non-commercial music with lots of people wearing black with on-purpose-holy-stockings, docmartins and sporting piercings in weird places. I have vowed, just for shits and giggles, that if I ever do go back there, I'm going to dress like Paris Hilton. In stiletto's, a pink sparkly dress and a tiara! As you do there. Classic.

Sunday was hang-over day. My favourite!
I had the best intentions of eating Strawberries and Cream in support of the most incredible Wimbledon Men's Final I have ever seen, but I just couldn't stomach it!
Pity.
Oh and I adore him and I'm glad Rafael Nadal is the champion (even though I should've been supporting Federer)
He's Mowgli from the Jungle Book: