Friday, February 01, 2008
one gesture amongst the chaos
Has anyone noticed how pothole-ridden our roads have become? In upmarket suburbs like Sandton and environs? It's a bloody disgrace. There goes my fucking fanbelt. Not to mention my shocks. Amongst loadsheddings, political unrest....
I have, in one week, received three speeding fines. All in almost the exact same place. The corner of Ettrick and Oxford, Parktown. It's the place where I dice the taxis. If you don't dice, you die. Dice or die, motherfuckers, dice or die. Now I've cranked up R600 in speeding fines. For the love of.
The Colony Arms was held up at gunpoint last Saturday. Eight guys came in, looted the place, allegedly beat people up and left. At around 2:30am. The Old Peas probably would've been there, funneling cane and cream soda like it was nobody's business and dry humping the bathroom wall. Fucken hectic. If the Colony is no longer a safe place to let your hair down and be disgusting, where is?
People send me late copy and expect me to perform miracles. When it is essentially tardy. As in, it's passed it's sell-by date. Sort your shit out; get organised. Am I a Crisis Manager? Am I a Social Worker or am I am journalist? No. Martha Stewart is a social worker, and I CAN'T BE BLAMED FOR SOMETHING THAT IS LATE. Ferfucksakes, here's your sign. I am extremely frustrated at work at the moment. I love the content part of it, but I feel like crying this morning.
There's still mercy amidst The End Of Days. The Rapture. (Were The Christians right?)[Inner voice: No. It's just tough times, blame Eskom for everything, because it's easier and more scientific]
One essentially unrobotic form of humanity yesterday: The bus driver next to me at the robots in Braamfontein opened his doors and told me to lock my door. “It's not safe, madam, lock your door.”
Bless his Metrobus. Seriously. What a pleasant, yet refreshing gesture.
I also have an amazing set of fuck-off sunglasses.
747 has a virus. It's not just the 'flu – nay nay – it's a virus which his doctor claimed Lies dormant for years.. Poor pookie.
I do really love stroking his hair, especially when he's sick. And he makes those awesome purring noises. *
* Maybe I imagine the purring noises.