So as some of you may know, Third World Ant my flatmate, is going to move out. Work has unexpectedly fucked her over, and she's looking for work and such closer to her boyfriend, the Gilb.
I'm sad as all hell, but I'll save the lament for another time.
A dude came to check out my flat on Saturday. I was on my best behaviour, so I don't think he realised his potential new flatmate was rolling around on the floor, doing the Fandango to Monster Hits and polishing off a bottle of Southern Comfort with the aeroplane dude the very night before.
The evening is a bit of a blur, and I'm not quite sure of minute details, but a lot of fun.
Unfortunately, I am sick. Perhaps someone sneezed on me at the post office, but I have unwittingly picked up an inconvenient cold. Saturday was spent with another equally sick mate, sipping wine and 'talking sloth' as she likes to say. It was fantastic. We only had to blow our noses 5 000 times in between wine sipping.
Seems the corner cafe guy doesn't have the hots for me anymore. Or maybe he found my blog. (More likely. It's hard to keep a secret for 2 years.) But he was not his usual chatty self.
I also cleaned out my closet Sunday. It took about 4 hours, because, trust me, it's like Darfur in there. A disaster zone. I found shoes, bras and shirts in there I forgot I owned. I folded and organised everything ever so precisely and found my low-cut black boobie top, which I thought had disappeared forever. Hurrah. That's got to be a good thing.
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Morning Peas.
Looks like the aeroplane man is becoming a good thing. Yay. Maybe no more lamenting about the evils of mancandles then?
We should name him - something like Flight 007? Flight 69? Hmmm...
So I can't believe I'm the first to post this morning. Wow. Nothing like getting it in the morning hey?
Here's to hoping your maybe-new flatmate has a sense of humour, a taste for alcohol and doesn't mind being labelled with a "nice" nickname...
Morning Tyrone!
Yeah aeroplane man is alright. Just kidding, he's super. A name will come in good time, I promise.
Let's hope this dude wants to move in, he seemed ok and did mention he likes a party or two...:)
A low-cut black boobie tube top is always a good thing.
It's basically science.
Ekke - isn't is absolutely? Science of the most carnal, animalistic nature. :)
if all the women in Darfur wore low cut black tank tops.. the men would probably stop fighting. Actually women should really think on this, seriously you underestimate the power of cleavage and ass. Bring peace to the world, Show some skin!
Morning Peas,
So you're taking the plunge with a male flatmate...well potentially! Scary stuff I tell you...men manage to subconsciously, single-handedly (that's not spelt right, is it!?! Monday morning blues...) turn a spotless, wonderful smelling area into one hell of an unhygienic & disgusting, smelly mess! Sorry boys but it's true...face the facts! Not only are you the uglier sex but you're also the smelliest! Weaker I dare say!!!
But, they're fun! And you can hop into bed with them & not feel at all inclined to do the naughty but rather roll over & play dead nogal with your tongue out drooling all over their pillow! Boy friends are great fun! Although, mine liked to walk around the house naked & take a number two with the door open...he had a 'feel free' thing going on at the time!
Mmm, I seem to be in two minds re: living with a boy! Good luck though, Peas!
Godsgimp - the cool thing about this top, is that women with large cahoonas can't wear it. It's specifically designed for us ladies with smaller noombies. And trust me, it's a goodie! :)
PS: I'm thinking skin in Darfur isn't a possibility. Call me crazy, but I'm thinking, sadly, not. :(
I'm sure your right.. it's just that men should really be thinking about playing with their guns not their rifles..
Kab - funny you say that, actually. I'm looking for a male as a priority. For all the good reasons you mentioned above, and also they're chilled. It's going to be hard to replace Ant. So hard, she's just perfect and we live well together.
But I would like to live with a dude again. Thank goodness for Pretty our maid, eh?
Mmm, they are fun! And they can play Big Boet when the beau goes bad & rotten...he'll protect you & slap the oke silly if he fucks around with you! Guess they are good for something then!
Kab - exactly. Also, it's always festive when rugby's on, knowwhadimean?
But how are you going to dance nekkid around your flat with a male flat mate??
Must mail you...
But what if he doesn't like ruggers? It's insane that there are men out there who don't! *BF doesn't...blew my mind away! Alas, they are as unpredicatable as us women!
Jam - yeah....that is the the glitch! Ooh mail me, yes please!
Kab - well if he don't like ruggers, maybe he'll enjoy Home & Away :)
wow - end of an era! hope you find a new flatmate soon x
Actually, I think this is a brilliant idea. Guy mates are awesome in the home. No more trash out takings, or lightbulb changings... yay for you.
As an aside tho, this weekend I got home, starving in the ribs, only to find that I had no food. So I ended up having peas on toast. No lies. It was gross, but closed the hole. But seriously, don't do it. Not nearly as nice as I thought it could be...
Useless information: use it, don't use it.
;)
Zu - I know, it's very sad. Gonna miss her so much. :(
Sheena - no ways, you actually ate peas on toast? My dad once fed me it, and it was so traumatic I named a blog after it. :)
had no choice! i had two stale slices of toast and a half a packet of frozen peas in the freezer.
Life is not pretty when u live alone and its a week before pay day.
Plus, I didnt have the energy to skip over to my moms place, so I did what every other girl on earth would have done...
ate peas on toast.
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I love to tidy up things - I will even do friends houses if allowed. I did some of it myself this weekend just wish I had not tossed all my short skirts cos they would fit now that I have lost 5kg's - oh well shopping can be done I suppose
Sheena - fair enough babe. It's been a looong month and I'm also broke as a spoke. Bring on payday!
(I've eaten some pretty awful things on a budget too, dontcha worry!)
Nessers - perhaps spring really is in the air! It feels good, doesn't it?
And yes, spring means a new wardrobe babe. :)
i may be seriously out of line here, but how the hell do you know who's been to your blog?
and also the community strip thing to the left of your page - how do you get it? i've seen the code, copied it too but have no idea where i'm meant to paste it to!
are you any more clued up than i am with this shite?
i may be seriously out of line here, but how the hell do you know who's been to your blog?
and also the community strip thing to the left of your page - how do you get it? i've seen the code, copied it too but have no idea where i'm meant to paste it to!
are you any more clued up than i am with this shite?
Sheena - don't stress. My knowledge with anything technical is extremely limited. Very!
However, you can see where readers come from etc and get the community strip at www.mybloglog.com.
It's a fun element I guess. :)
You are the b.o.m.b!!!!
Ta very much for the info. I now even have a pic/avatar thingamabob on my profile.
Oh yes, and the strip thingy too.
corner-cafe guy has seen aeroplane guy going in...he's heard the Monster Hits...he knows what that means.
...you've broken his heart!
Can't blame the dude really... If I witnessed a guy going in and I didn't know why he was being compared to a Boeing 747 I would also be intimadated!
Add Monster Hits and drunken partying with a bottle of Southerns and I would know that it's over.
Pity for him. So sorry.
Off the topic - why is the time thing so messed up on this blog? Or is it just me that seems to be posting at the most ridiculous hours?
Tried changing my timezone in my profile but no change...
Kabs, have to agree with you - boys that don't like rugger - takes some getting used to.
I (so proud) am a HUGE rugger boy. Love it long time. Met a guy the other day who doesn't watch (not even WC) and I felt as though some common bond of maleness had been ripped out of our lives.
Was hard work.
Bete - oh my god. Do you think he's spying on me??
Tyrone - compared to a Boeing 747...classic. :)
I doubt he sees it that way. In his mind, he's just soulfully watching you with longing eyes, all the time.
Bete - ag shame. I don't think so though :)
Hang on a gol'durnd second.
Male flatmates are actually AWESOME. With a capital AWESOME.
How do I know this? Well, I'll tell you:
I am one.
So 'ha!'. 'n shit.
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