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Ahhh (:

Amazing how a call from an old friend can make you smile (:
Like a big goofy grin that looks like it should be on the Joker's face.
It ain't pretty but it sure makes me feel happy (:
Anyway, it's really funny, in a way when you leave a city and the people you thought you were really close to actually don't seem to be bothered, but the people you least expect, do.
Bother, I mean.
But in a nice way that makes you feel all special inside (:
Oh look at me, it's like I've sniffed something one shouldn't sniff
(but then again, most things aren't meant to be sniffed... AAnywhooo)
So, by now you've guessed I've gotten a call from someone
You smart thing you! Someone desrves a badge!!

We spoke for an hour, about total crap (:
But it felt nice to talk about crap, haven't done that in a while (:
I missed it haha

While on that subject, MEN, they are so confused
They do not confuse me, I feel sorry for them really, because THEY themselves are confused.
Us women should give up trying to "decifer" them, because really, they don't even know what THEY'RE talking about half the time
and that's just the way I like them, wierd & awkward & CONFUSED
It's so much easier to play with them then :P
No, I'm lying. Kind of.
And, let's face it, it's funny

So next time a guy has you complexed you should, instead of crying & asking "WHY GOD WHY??", look at them in wonderment like they're the spider that bit Spiderman and just shake your head side to side with vigour while saying, "You men, you guys are so confused". Maybe offer him a bunny with a pancake on it's head.
Trust me, it works, he'll be super duper confused then & suggest you guys go out.
You know, cos he needs the fresh air.
It does get boring being confused alone, it's so much more fun when you can confuse someone else.
Cos, two confused people really, in a way, have it all figured out.
Two confused people are quite happy, really.
Confusion's not so bad once you're okay with it, it's actually quite awesome when you decide you don't actually give a shit.

I guess this is why people like being in a relationship.
Someone to confuse.
Maybe one day you'll meet someone who likes this stuff, in which case, lemme know if he has a brother or something.

(:
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He looks like he's probably wierd in real life

Which is awesome (:

RAWR

Economics in my head

So today I went to Kemptom Park, apparently the white-trash area of Joburg
(if you live in Kempton Park, I didn't say this, someone told me so...)
Well, it would have been nice if someone had TOLD me this before I went TO Kempton. In a dress that's a little bit on the short-side. Hey, it was the first thing I saw but anyway
What a grocery trip right there.
I couldn't adjust my dress or kneel down without five eyes on me.
It was scary, I'm not gonna lie.
One partculair oke was following me asking me questions like "Are you from around here?" No "Where are you from?" Cape Town "How long have you been here?" I don't know "What do you do?" I'm in school thank you very much "Oh, cool, which one?" You're forty, bye.
But even once I got to checkout he was waiting for me.
"Hey! I'm almost done!"
Groceries go flying.

Never AGAIN.

I even grabbed my four HEAVY ASS packets and vamoosed cos I was scared the parking attendants would offer help.

As we drove back to Sandton I realized what scarcity was!
Put it this way:
Scarcity- example: there are less women in Joburg than men, therefore there is a high demand for woman but a low resource of them.
This is an economic problem, alright.

I so understand now.

Damage Control

So came back from CPT yesterday morning
It was...surreal? I don't know. Like it was awesome but something was wrong.
I felt like I went back in the past.
The problem is, how can I go back? It's what I want, or what I think I want, but at the same time I couldn't wait to come back to Joburg.
These feelings are so confusing.
I didn't get to do much in one day but besides seeing my best guy friend and bumping into my gypsy ( (: ) I didn't see my hobo/s.
Which I would be bummed about. But I'm not.
Cos she didn't make any effort whatsoever.
So you know, it's clear for me now where we stand.
Where we've always stood, I'm the friend who makes the effort, who's always there, and all that other mushy shit. But what has she done? And what does she do to deserve any of it?
It's pretty scary but at least it's in perspective.
I'm still nowhere near discovering what the hell I DO want but I figure that I just go with the flow because things, they always work themselves out.
Be that JHB or CPT.