Wednesday, October 8, 2008


The school themed piss up, some of the good time peeps that I beat down with my fake balls...

I have been lazy again, this I admit, although I have been concentrating on me, letting go of the crap, and I think with the help of Pharo the perpetual fog might be lifting.

About 3 weeks ago I met Pharo, a vivacious monster that has lifted me from a sadness that I didn’t know I was walking around with. I have always been a naughty happy fucker, although in the last 2 years, I slipped into a slump and didn’t even know it. Now that I see I have been a dreadful bore, and need to get back to ME, I can work on this and Pharo has been a huge help. Also great fun hanging out with Pharo...

Over the weekend (and its almost the new one??), I went to a school theme dress up party, this is a fact, its been proven by science, chicks look so fucking hot in school uniforms, it might be the catholic school girl fantasy, it might be titillating pedophilic (in a good way), it might be the reminiscence of your first bungled sexual exploits. I dunno its just super hot seeing 20something girls running around in short skirts, pony tails and school blazers. I did a whole lotta dancing in kortbroek rugby shorts, with my fake nuts hanging out the side, now that was sexy, hell I had all these pubescent old schoolbiatch's trying to fondle em - it was great!! AAGGHH the good old' days, where smooching and boob fondling was all the rage!

So remember that cripple guy that made me realize to suck it up and get over myself, well I have been lifting him to work, and he is a bank teller at Std Bank, and a hellave good guy, clever as shit and I don’t think he should just be a teller. I have a stutter, so we kinda have an understanding what its like to have disability. His is far greater, and I admire that so much. It feels good to help this guy, not that he needs my help, he is quite capable, but it’s nice to help anyway.

On the body front, I woke up last night with shooting pains down my back, I almost couldn’t drive it was so painful. I was swearing all the way to work like a freakin' trooper, cause every time I moved my head, pain would blind my eyeballs! I went to the chiro, and the mac daddy told me all my ribs were out of whack, and the guy judo chopped my back right back into whack, ta doc, but that was FUCKING painful dipshit!

So keen for the weekend, so keen to hang on the beach, so keen to be given 10 000 0000 dollars so that I can do fuck all for the rest of my life. Who knows might happen...

S.

3 comments:

DT said...

Okay, I am dying to know - what or who is Pharo? Or am I just not cool enough to know the language of the youth anymore?? Help!

Ouch I can just imagine the pain from a Chiro - you must sort yourself out with regular massages!

SheBee said...

Oh hello there, fellow Durban blogger!

Sunrise said...

DT: langauage of the "YOUTH", shit sakes I am 30, and am falling apart! Pharo, is a really cool girl that I have met...

That damn chrio, bless, he fucked me up into shape!

Shebee, good on ya', welcome, don't be stranger...