This gangbanger went downtown last night...

So I am hanging like a pimpin' snoop dog today, hell I was getting a serious case cabin fever, so I hit the town. Billyz in Florida Rd is the high times for vagina loving men and dick loving older ladies; it’s a unadalterated orgy house, what fun! I caught up with old mates, whilst swilling beer and vodies, agh the good stuff.

It was good to feel the ol'' loose Sunrise rise from the ashes, the liquor inflamed talk, the machismo of Dutch courage, the thoughts of you having JT's dancing skillZ and Enrique iglesias's silver tongue.

Life is definitely oh contrary in the morning, my feet feel like Hager the horrible, my head like Tom Cruise after a scientology meet, my tongue like I have licked a urinal with stompies in...and and and. Pharo thought it hilarious when I went to the beach for my morning surf, with no towel, no boardies, I was a freaky mess. Good times...

Nonetheless, I will be in a surf mag, fuck yeah.

WTF, heard a song with these lyrics, and I loved it - lyrics are a bit out there, but hell (Band: Peaches):

Suckin' on my titties like you wanted me,
Callin me, all the time like blondie
Check out my chrissy behind
It's fine all of the time
Like sex on the beaches,
What else is in the teaches of peaches? huh? what?

huh? right. what? uhh.

Fuck the pain away. Fuck the pain away.
Fuck the pain away. Fuck the pain away.
Fuck the pain away. Fuck the pain away.

S.

So busy today, agghh, some good news though, I have been told that I will be featured in a surf mag, Radical!

This weekend is turning into a fiasco of plans, people are making em, breaking em and re-making them.

S.

Its the small things that make you happy, last night, I (Pharo did it all, but "I" added the tomato) made dinner, and in the process Pharo and I got to hang out and chill, chat and laugh, we just laughed about dorky stupid shit, that’s the important thing.

Pharo has a phobia about tomato's, she can’t touch them, smell them or go near them and I put them into her salad, damn. That's a weird phobia, but according to Pharo it’s quite a common one, she says its one of the most common phobias. I will have to google/wikipedia that shit, so I guess my ambition to attend the Spanish Tomato festival is out.

With all sorted we ate the most awesome meal, dating Pharo is gonna make me FAT, shit that woman can cook like the Greek Gods of Great Cooking, Nigela can stick a spoon of choco up her snot box, cause Pharo will whip the pants off her in cooking dept. Hell Yeah!

I am in the trenches at work and pulling out all the stops to get under the skin of all the portfolio's that I have been given with absolutely no guidance. I really respect my boss, he is the best at what he does, but infuriatingly gives you work that for him is piss easy (because he has 30 years experience and knows everyone under the sun, including dead people), but doesn’t seem to tell me how to execute it, so like a good Easter egg hunt I figure that shit out, yo. Some I get right, some I get wrong, but I learn...a little too vertically at this stage, but this will all come to an end next year. I respect him, so I want to do good for him, even if I don’t want to be here...

S.

I have been tagged by the her sexiness narrative dancing in tragedy, like me a cockroach full of left legs, turning and spinning, mouthing the words in rhythmic harmony to nothing, but loving all of it, shit sakes that’s all off the subject. DT tagged me in this “what’s in my head thing”, OK:

Word for the week in my head...
Yakuzi – for Jaccuzzi after the weekend aaannndddd STEAM, cause you can look steamy, steam someone, steamroll someone, a heap of shit can be used with steam…now that was steamy.
Thought for the week in my head...
My bond is gonna be huge and it’s stressing me out.
Thing for the week in my life...
I don’t really want to go riding this coming weekend in Dundee (where things go to DIE), but I have committed.
Song for the week in my head...
Was digging some old school Metallica on the way back from Underberg, jammed and sang along…Forgiven – classic!
Food for the week in my belly...
Spiga D’ora Mafioso, mmm
Colour for the week in my life...
white, and yellow…I dunno
Smile for the week on my face...
I had such awesome naughties this weekend, makes me smile thinking about it.
Blessing for the week in my heart…
I am able bodied and use every part of me, I just appreciate having full use of my body, I still see that paralyzed dude and give him rides to his work when I can, gives me SUCH perspective…and stoked that Pharo is super positive and has affected me, she is so freaking cool!

Cool,
S.

What a beautiful day, in the city of Dirtbin it’s a stunnA today.

Do you have rituals when you wake up? I always worry that if I get out of bed on left side of my bed that I will have a bad day, I tried it twice and on both occasions I had horror days, absolute shiteous days. No more my friends, now I am a get-out-right-side kinda guy!

I went with Pharo and her jet set connections to Underberg for the w/end, it pissed like Noah was building an ark on the front lawn, but the crowd was a freaking blast, we created our own warmth by skulling wine by the litre!

We rented a place, if I could imagine the perfect Berg cottage with all the creature comforts but still have the charm of a cottage and user friendly enough to allow you to "put your feet on the furniture” then this is the place, it had the following:

Jacuzzi (the YaKuz)
Open plan kitchen - with lounge and fire place (big one)
Upstairs lounge
DSTV for the rugga - BUggA
Loads of fridge space for the booze, oh ya for the food too.
Two or three en suit bathrooms
Another room with bunk beds etc (Sleeps 8 comfortably)
Beautiful deck, with mind-blowing freaking views of rolling mountains

So that set the scene when I arrived, but because I am a hyperactive douchbag, I had to bring my dirtbike, I am new to this sport and its the first time that I did not have any support in this regard, but thought, hey, I am in Underberg, it would be killa to ride, cause I hate hiking.

Imagine this, I get up, get dressed in the ridiculous kit that you need to ride in, stomp through the crew, the jeered comments (in good nature) that I looked like Robo-cop (I did), get on the bike, hoping to make a memorable wheel spin, to show them what I man I am (cause only true men wheel spin), I start the bike, only to have a stuttering cough in response, I try again, same result (what do they say about stupidity, trying the same thing hoping to expect a different result...ya me, exhibit A = stupid). Everyone comes outside to see Robo-Cop, trying to figure out what’s wrong...I try push starting the bike, only to almost vomit from the exertion. Final effort was loading the bike back onto the van, getting undressed, stupid sport! I need to figure out what I did wrong...

Nevertheless we ate like kings, talked a WHOLE bunch of smack whilst a fire roared, made loads of great food, and continued to down wine and champagne in the YakuZZZ , in the rain, FREAKING AWESOME!

Sunday cleared, and we walked to Giants Castle 3 pools, jumped in ice cold pools and had such a blast. A nice chilled alcohol fueled w/end, it was very cool meeting Pharo's mates, good motivated folk.

On my house issue front, it’s the week of paying my dues, I have to pay for transfer fees etc, OWCH, this gonna hurt, major. Cost of living and loving I suppose.

S.

Sheeez, did you watch Obama's acceptance speech this morning, hell steath, it gave me goose bumps..."Yes we can!"

So I mentioned that I have been carting international colleagues around like an overpaid driver, well I got to go the Aquarium yesterday and a dolphin show, I mean I have never been to one, very corny, but the damn dolphins seriously are beautiful, and looked like they enjoyed themselves, not sure if I could be put through the same paces like that 3 times a day, 7 days a week. I would get a tad bored, but they have a cushy life compared to their sea brethren! On that note Japanese spider crabs and stone fish are just freaking strange!

Last night I had to attend a birthday for one of my old School buddies birthdays, he was a wild child turned good, so I had to endure dinner with a bunch of happy clappies, wasn’t bad, i just let them know from very early on, that I follow Christian beliefs but if they try and manipulate me into a biblical conversation I would not stand for it. It was interesting anyway, we discussed how liberal everyone has become, and accepting and how its so un-Politically correct to spate general opinions, e.g. "Being Gay is wrong", but in our current socio-climate, you have to say, "I am not Gay, and don’t advocate it, but if you are, good for you." I dig liberalism, and all, but I am just so tired of watching what I say, although I support that we are in good times that people can be who they want to be. SHOOO, tired of this now!

Over the w/end I saw a show on DSTV called Sunset Tan, hell is that what America is all about, if it is, the world is FUCKED! Those people have lost the plot, completely!!!!!

Back at work earning my monthly salary.

Blah.

S.

Hooking that fish.

Apologize I didn’t post yesterday, I have been waylaid by international colleagues, I have been carting around colleagues from pillar to post, drinking cappuccinos by the liter and eating by the pound!

Nevertheless, the w/end was a chilled blast, the event didn’t go as planned (winning glory and getting the moola), but was very cool nonetheless! I did chat to some bizarre old dude, who informed me about the three P's of life:

1) Piece of chicken
2) Piece of Ass
3) Piece and quite

I was quite taken back at his 'Yoda' like intellect; he is the nostrodamus of our time, the guru of life, my mentor to be. WTF!!!

After that life lesson, I bronzed my bod, surfed my tits off, chatted to Phar (who supported me from the beach). I snuck into the surfing VIP tent and ate myself a new digestive system. That was my w/end really...

Don’t you love to hate over eager people, so I am at dinner last night and we were served by Leroy, a great Zimbabwean, he was so nervous (first time being a waiter), he cocked everything up, I MEAN EVERYTHING! He poured beer, so that it was all foam, brought fish cutlery for chicken, Soup spoon for steak, rice with steak (ordered chips), but all through this the Dude just smiled and thought he was doing a fab job, he was a blast. His mate obviously hooked him up with a job at MOYO (go there its the freaking awesome - food ok, vibe cool!), its his first time being a waiter, and he has only been in SA for 7 months, you gotta give a guy trying so hard a break, I did and gave him a monster tip, told the manager that he is the best waiter here and left the manager bemused, seriously bemused.

Taking a line from the shocking Mnet movie on Sunday evening, Acts of Random Kindness can change the world. I would like to think...

US elections, now that might change the world.

S.