Friday is upon us, and I have never been so happy in my life. OK, maybe I have. But right now it feels as though the sun is shining directly from my ass.
I'm doing some research at the supermarkets, I've written my first draft, I'm meeting a friend for lunch, then I'm going to the bowling club to start the weekend.
Also, tomorrow is the annual Joburg Deutsche Beer Fest. Think giant tankards of frothy beer and...eisbein. Right. But it's generally a good laugh. Sometimes people trash the place. I'm not one of those people, but always good fun to watch. Over a forthing cup of ale. On Saturday night I'm going to my ex's best friend's birthday party. The ex will be there. I HAVE to look smashing.
Advice: Do I wear black pants with the low-slung black top, or do I wear white pants with the low-slung black top? (The top stays.)
I need to walk into that house and I need the ex to fall at his knees, mouth agape going, "My God woman you're amazing. I want you so bad it hurts."