Month: April 2013

Goooooood Morning people!!!!! 😀 On Monday, I wanted to tell you about my recent attempt to start dating again. Before now, I always used to say that I’m never going to meet a man on my own. Why? Because I’m not very friendly. I’m not the kind of girl you can stop along the road to ask for the time or ask for directions. I will literally chew your head off… I’ve learnt from personal experience and Movie Magic that there are so many freaks out there and I don’t consider myself to be a very good judge of character.…

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Good morning people!!! Remember I told you guys about the roof people who came to do repairs a few weeks ago… well, they couldn’t agree on a price with the landlord. The landlord said that Julius Berger wouldn’t be that expensive, so they left after two days. I was relieved when they left because honestly, I would rather continue with my bucket-under-holes-in-the-ceiling method of keeping the house dry any time it rains. That would be better than having random labourers trooping in and out of my house… (yes, I realise how foolish that sounds) Anyway, the landlord sent another set…

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Hey people… I’M BACK!!! I’ve got a few people who are upset with me for all sorts of reasons. I’ll be honest; there are some that I couldn’t care less about and some that although I hope they will eventually get over it, life will go on if they don’t. I’m saying this because I used to be very petty… to tell you the truth, I still have the tendency to be. It’s not something to be proud of, but I can hold a grudge over the tiniest thing for years and years. It’s so bad, that I still haven’t…

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Good morning people… You can’t imagine how unhappy I’ve been… not angry with the world as usual, not irritated or cranky, just plain unhappy. I’m talking the kind of unhappiness that there’s no funny side to. And that’s coming from someone who cracks boko haram and Indian bus ride jokes indiscriminately… My baby bro left on Sunday. I cried at the airport and in the taxi on the way back home. Then I cried some more at home. It wasn’t my customary sexy tears-falling-silenty-down-my-cheeks cry… it was a my-husband-is-being-deployed-to-Iraq-and-he’s-gonna-die-by-shrapnel kind of cry. Yes, I disgraced all of you 🙁 My…

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