good versus bad

Good decision: that waistcoat that I initially thought might be a bit Boho-meets-Croydon, was, actually, a good idea.
Bad decision: Eating that pizza

Good decision: COPE.
Bad decision: Zuma getting off. I had lunch with a guy I haven’t seen in ages yesterday, very cool, and we had to drink to this bad decision.

Good decision: Forgiving.
Bad decision: Probably trying to climb up a chimney in a red suit like Father Christmas. With a saxophone.

Good decision: New brake pads.
Bad decision: How that Chevy Spark, out of fucken nowhere, blatantly cut in front of me at the Sandton Drive split. The arrogance. Thou clay-brained guts, thou knotty-pated fool, thou whoreson obscene greasy tallow-catch! You drive like a dickface; you make me yearn for the German public transport system that arrives on time; every time.

Good decision: Vibrators.
Bad decision: Taking the U-Bahn at night apparently. The metro system, according to my Time Out: Berlin, is fraught with Neo Nazi’s late at night in certain neighbourhoods. Maybe ‘fraught’ is the wrong word, but one can never err too much on the side of caution.
Paranoid rumours doth do flyeth: apparently to mug you, they sedate you by pumping ether into the ventilation system. Get off. [the U-Bahn]. They wouldn’t. Would they?

Good decision: That painkiller.
Bad decision: That pizza. The pizza that haunts my dreams like the House Dreams. [I have a recurring house dream. Have for a long time. It’s freaky and, well, it never goes away.]

Good decision: Letting stuff go.
Bad decision: Dreaming about the nubile young Germans in Berlin, but all seem to have skinny jeans on. Help me. Please.

Good decision: Throwing all my energy into work and henceforth currently being one of those sleep-and-work automated machine people.
Bad decision: Forgetting that there’s life in between my bed and the office.

Bad decision: Kicking Cameron off Idols. He was hot. Come. ON.
Bad decision: Graeme’s skinny jeans. Hysterical.

Good decision: Izzy breaking up with her dead ex-fiance in Grey’s Anatomy.
Bad decision: Izzy breaking up with her ex-fiance in Grey’s Anatomy. She was living the fucking dream there, come ON. She had two hot nubile sex objects to play with! OK, fine, one was dead, and everyone thought she was a crazy-ass super-masturbator, [you could be worse things. Before you judge.] but come ON.

Good decision: Taking a part in a well-known American soap opera.
Bad decision: Take two parts in two American soap operas. Being Massimo in Bold & Beautiful and Steffano in Days Of Our Lives. Who IS that guy? He must have flow charts attached to his fridge to help him through the confusion. At the very least, he’d have to jot it down in his diary: Villain – Thursdays and Tuesdays; Good Guy – Wednesdays and Fridays.

Good decision: Watching comedy.
Bad decision: Watching that convicted serial killer bash his exposed brain up against the bed repeatedly.

Crisis.