Im so hot right now!

'sup Soph?

I have not been up to much really. I have been so broke and have had to spend the past 2 weekends at home... oh my cabin fever! Though I did actually have a good time this weekend, I played many hours of shithead (its a card game) I drank litres of wine, I ate amazing food, I had a really good friend come spend the weekend with me and I also watched about 7 moves. and they weren't crap!
The downside to the weekend, I shaved my legs for the first time in a couple of weeks, don't judge me I have not had them on display for quite a while, and I put on leg make-up to take away the glaring whiteness. Then the friend and I decided to go for a walk and 10 minutes into the walk my legs began to itch. the fuckers itched so badly that I was scratching holes into them. I had to try to rinse them at the worlds most shitty drinking fountain. I had German tourists taking photos of me acting like a mad woman. it must have been so confusing for them now that I think of it. Imagine two girls cupping water from a fountain giving the one girl's legs a good rubdown in the Company Gardens, one girl laughing hysterically and the other proclaiming loudly that she would like to cut her legs off or would like to try the stop drop and roll method.
The end result was me walking around with streaky legs covered in giant welts. I cant understand why I don't have a boyfriend...

aaand I'm back

Hello... Gee I really have neglected this little project... I will try to be better at this from now on, I promise. I will have more time to dedicate to this blog because I am officially trying to quit smoking. I have successfully spent 38 hours smoke free! woo! It's shit... Work is more shit without smoke breaks, I feel like a bit of a knob hanging around with my smoking gang. It is embarrassing just standing there, they look at me funny. I am sure you will also say I'm stupid to put myself in "the danger zone" but I am trying to face this challenge head on, I deserve breaks too! Tonight will be the biggest challenge, I am going out for supper and supper means wine and booze= smoking.

Oh well, maybe I'll be fine...

Otherwise I am still recovering from my awesome holiday, I went on a road trip, swam in the sea in Plett, kissed a guy who is 7 years younger than me, fell through rotten boards thus destroying my elbow, my bum, my big toes both of my knees all in front of the guy I have managed to fall in lust with and his entire family (did I mention I was in my bikini? not pretty)

As for the man I am "in lust with" he is awesome, he is British and he is the sexiest thing I have laid my eyes on in ages. He has a husky gravely voice... he can say anything to me and my knees (and other things) quiver. I told him so and spent the holiday with him whispering things like "vegetables" and "library" in my ear, it was still hot!

Well I need to get back to work now, not that I could be bothered to do anything, I am still on holiday mode.

ta ta

Sorry, I can explain...

Well, it has been about two weeks since i have written, and I am so so sorry, but things went a little crazy...

On the day I was meant to pick up the psycho from the airport I spent the day shopping with my lovely nutty friend. Now she is almost louder than me and she is also quite hyper, so by the time I had told her about the wierdo we had both managed to convince me that he was going to chop me up and cook me or bludgeon me to death with a rolling pin or any other random violent crime. We were only joking but I had this feeling of panic building up inside of me all day. by the time I arrived at the airport I was in such a state and I had a full blown meltdown. when he got to the car (an hour late and no apology- ass) I was a snivelling snotty mess. he tried to hug me and I just screamed "DONT TOUCH ME!!" hahaha.. the poor guy had no clue as to what was going on.

Long story short, I drove back to town and got Moen to drive him home for me. But I never managed to calm down. I had to go to the doctor and he has put me on anti-anxiety meds and I have to go see a therapist on Friday. Im glad it happened, It is good to have a huge fannywobble every now and then, just to clear the air....

I shave to go now, but I will fill you in on more juicy bits as soon as i can...

Psycho update..

I have been feeling so ill about the whole wierdo thing, so last night I sent him a message (bitchy I know) and I said I am not really interested in pursuing this relationship because he travels and I am happy where I am and bla bla bla, I felt I was fairly decent about everything... Well someone did not take to kindly to that. He has basically said that he can't accept it and he thinks we should be together. I don't really know wha to say, it is so strange to be the stalkee and not the stalker...

But I will be strong and put my foot down and just say NO!

But anyhoo, Its FRIDAY and I am putting on my best party frock and going to a friend's birthday party tonight! I have not really had any alcohol this week (aside from the mini bender last night) so I am hoping to get nice and tipsy and maybe snog the shit out of someone.

Hopefully I will have some fun goss for you on monday, my weekends are always somewhat silly and I think the chances of making a complete tit out of myself are good! Wooo!

Dear Sophie....

You would not believe the weekend I had, it was completely bizarre. My friend set me up on a blind date with her cousin, and I did not listen to that little voice in my head that said "no Tam, don't go".

I could kick myself... really...

The date started off well, we actually got on like a house on fire, but I started to notice he asked far too many questions. Every 3o seconds or so he asked me something, here is an example of a list of questions he asked me in one breath.

Do you like me?
Do you want to go eat at the harbour?
Should we go eat at my house?
Do you like me?
What do you think of me?
Should we drink Redbull?
Where should we eat?
Do you like me?

I thought I was on another planet. I have never met anything like this man and his rapid fire, repetitive questioning. I recalled him mentioning that he had bought a bottle of Dom P 1966 for us to drink so I suggested that we go drink that, cheeky I know, but usually the finest alcohol to pass my lips is a cheapy bottle of JC Le Roux, and I REALLLLY wanted to pretend I was fancy.

We went up to his apartment to drink the bubbly, and he made me sit down and watch his sport DVDs.. I kid you not. I had to sit and watch him and his buddies doing their thang for the next hour. I practically inhaled the bottle of booze, and yes it was fucking fanny-fan-tastic!

With my mind numbed by alcohol I happily agreed to come back and see him the next day, and day 2 ended up being even stranger.

We went out for lunch which was lovely, but then we went for a swim and he became an absolute wierdo. He started the question thing again, but it was much worse this time, he asked over and over and oooooovvver again "why do you like me?" Now when I say he asked it alot, I mean he asked the same question for the entire duration of the swim. I had to spend lots of time underwater.

Then he bought me a dress. Dont ask...

But he has been calling me and he seems more normal now, so I am going to give him one more chance ( he bought me a dress, what choice do I have)

There was plenty of other stuff to wierd me out, he asked me to move in with him, told me to quit my job so he can tale care of me and said he wants to marry me, but i forgive him for that, my hotness tends to do that to people (i tease) I think he was really caught up in some kind of excitement.

Anyhoo, I hope he is not a psycho, Im having horrible visions of him wearing my face as a hat.