Valentine’s Day just makes miserable people more miserable. It’s really a cruel, cruel thing to put people through. Had Steve and I broken up for good last week, I would have had to take a Mental Sick Day today, because I would’ve been inconsolable. When I have received something for 5 years and suddenly I didn’t, I would’ve been absolutely gutted. Albeit, happy Val Day. Hope it isn’t a Foul Day.
Nevertheless, to celebrate how wonderful it is being a woman, I went out with all the girls on Friday until the early hours of the morning. It was fantastic. Read about it on my other blog, Mash & Gravy at: firstname.lastname@example.org.
Yesterday we went to Hartebeespoort Dam for Chris’ Birthday at the Lake. That dam is dodgy, and yet people buy up property there like hotcakes. Firstly, Pelindaba, the nuclear power station known for its dubious activities and nukes, exists on the shores of this place. Who says that nuclear waste isn’t dumped in there? If I don’t grow an extra thumb/head/leg, I will be surprised.
The lake is GREEN. I jumped off the boat to put my water-skis on, and I couldn’t see my hands, legs or entire body and suddenly started to have this irrational panic. I started floundering and beating the water into a frenzy, with my skis going everywhere, my lifejacket engulfing my algae-infested head with the thought of: “What if I’m eaten by a giant fish right now?!”
I really though that this may happen.
All the while, Leigh a friend of Steve’s who has been in love with my boyfriend since the year dot and happily admits this, stretched out on the boat in a new bikini, huge boobs and wind in her hair, while I looked like a green, weed-drenched thing, fighting for its life in the dam that I’m certain was pulling me down. The smirk on her face whilst looking at me erm…drowning was almost too much to bear. Plus she just loves pushing her boobs into Steve’s peripheral vision as much as she can. AaARRGHHH.
But today, I’m calm. But there are too many roses and balloons in red and white in this office right now.