It's normally around
this time of year that I remember, "Hey
Rambler? You're almost another year
older." Alllmost!
I was reflecting
last night, and by that I mean I updated my Facebook
status. Statuses are the new reflections, didn't you hear? If you're my sister, then uhmmmmm, no.
But if you're me? Over the last
coupla days, I've been thinking. I do that sometimes, believe it or not.
Doesn't even hurt. I'm not Malema.
Ooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!! Wait!
Hold on a second...I have to dance with my upper body. R Kelly just started playing, haven't heard
this song in yearrrrrs...."Hands in
the aiiiiuuur, drinks everywheuuure....Party on th..."
O_O!!! What
the f...!?!?
Okay. Well that's over. :-\
Thank you Wendy.
She just turned it off to listen to people answering
questions on the radio. Just 'cause its
her car! I dunno 'bout you? But for me? There's just no excuse for that kinda insolence. Tomorrow, I'm gonna play MU WET's "Call me Hata" and just when her face brightens up or she
starts singing? I'm not even gonna be watching the road. To hell with that! The road will be her face, where I shall be searching for the moment where she's
expresses peak enjoyment! Then?!? Ima turn it off and start singing...without
a backing track.
And now? Back to what I was saying before I was curtly
demotionalised. Yes! This has just been a surprisingly
amazing year in the life of me. Like if
I was a movie, it would be called, "A Surprisingly Amazing Year in the
Life of Me." If you were
watching me, the movie, right now? You'd
get to see me experiencing some pretty epic stuff! Dude. O_o! It-it
just seemed like something that had to follow the word epic. (Shrug)
You'd get to watch
me experience things, allllllll the
way from forming new and lasting
friendships, embracing myself again, losing old love, forgiving
past hurts, realising the strength of
bonds, understanding destiny, restoring
my faith in the kindness of strangers...Oh
yeah, I've seen it all this year! And I
would not change a thing! To put it mildly? It's just been an extraordinary year. So much
so that I don't wanna turn forty-one!
No, I mean I reallllllly don't wanna turn forty-one. Pleassssssssssssse
don't make me turn forty-one!!!! 'Cause
see? If I turn forty-one then I won't be forty anymore and if I'm not forty anymore then I'll be forty-something, one in this case, and
you know you're on the road to fifty
by then, tryna run backwards like a
rabied, salivating pitbull is chasing
you but you can't 'cause all you can
feel is that dreadful
slow-motion-going-nowhere run that sometimes haunts ya dreams and causes you to ask, in your dream, "Am I
dreaming?" but your question is only
answered when the sandman or your
cellphone is good and ready until
you're finally awake, sweating bullets
and thanking the heavens for your alarm!
Shewwwww. Breathless-ness!
It's not bothering me at all, though. Clearly, I've thought about it...some.
But it's not causing me annnnnny
anxiety. What. So. Evvvvvver! >_<!!
You've had those dreams, haven’t you? Where you need
to run but something, could be your
subconscious. Or Freddy Kruger. I really can't tell, I'm sleeping when
I'm running in one spot. Whatever it is? It finds it hilarious to create a calamitous
situation behind the blackness of your eyeballs,
and then make it so that you can't
get away from it fast enough! Something like the way a lot of us felt when
the ANC won the elections. Strangely
enough, whatever it is that you're running from? It's not reaching
you. That's the kicker right there! That dream is designed to simply scare the living crap outa you and nothing more. Hmmmmmmmm? I wonder if Olympic athletes have those
dreams? You think? I'm just tryna
figure out how it would feel to have
won medal after medal for running but
then come time to run from a five-legged monster with three compound eyes in a dream? And you can't do shit.
Right
now? I'm all up in
time's face like, "Time, you
relentless intangible you...STOPPPP!!!!
I'm loving this year! Be a dear
and just drag it out a little longer!"
thinking that a large-scale
compliment such as dear, would somehow
benefit me, even in the smallest
way. It doesn't. It snubs me and
then mockingly shakes its faceless
head while the minutes turn into weeks and before I know it? October
11th is here! Again!
Oh
oh oh!!! I know! I
know! If I just go and edit my date of
birth on my FB account. That'll teach......my age?
:-/ If it's on FB, it's official, right?! Who needs Home Affairs?!?! Why didn't
I think of this when I found myself not starting to get bothered by it? And while we’re
on the subject…do you know? My sister still
hasn't accepted my friend request? Months people, we're talking
months! These are the types of things
that both creates and promotes
sibling rivalry! Ignoring friend
requests! #1 cause. You ask any new-age
psychologist and they’ll tell you the same thing. Forget
all of the “You’ve never supported me throughout
our lives. You broke the head off of my favourite
doll. Because you couldn’t behave, mom and
dad had no time to notice my achievements…” Pfffffffffffffffffffft…those? Those are the pre-social network causes for rifts between siblings.
I'm certain though,
that she means no harm. I'm even more
certain that she doesn't know how to log on.
But?!? She'd better find out soon 'cause she's less than a month away from being a Dubai-an.
:-(
Sad but true.
She's leaving us to rot in the hands of a buncha brainless bastards and jetting off to
the land of.....what is Dubai the
land of? Desert and massive March sales! Yeah! Annnnnnnnnd?
That's about as much thought
as I can afford to put into it before
I embarrass myself on my blog and
start booooooooo-hoooooooo-ing. Sob! Sniff.
Don’t worry.
I’m-I’m okay…
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