Wednesday, 5 February 2014
Night time that Friday Night
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The MSC Opera Cruise in Pictures!
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Friday, 31 January 2014
Rambler Be Cruising...
Lemme tell you something? I can hardly balance, finding my body leaning on one leg a little too many times! Hahahhahahaha! Not my fault if my ears are cruise-accustomed!
Tomorrow we're arriving at the island!!! Whooooooop!
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Thursday, 30 January 2014
Bon Voyage!
I kinda love how even when you're in a roTTen mood from, let's say, forgetting who borrowed your small suitcase, now you have to use a ginormous bright pink one that even blind Marsians are able to see! That's not so much my problem though, that's between them and their optometrist. My problem is that I know that THAT's gonna cause me to look like I suffer from a chronic disorder! COP! Chronic Over Packing!
Ay look. Reputation counts. There are certain things I take very seriously...obviously remembering who borrowed my stuff's not one of them...A-hem!
However, being labelled an over-packer? I told you this before...I was rumoured to be a hot lesbian once! Okayyyy, okay twice...or wait, was it...? Three...HUNDRED times? Ehhhhhhhh....I've lost count. I really hate being this honest. Didn't bother me in the least, though! But I have to draw the line somewhere, ya know!
And just so you know? I've stayed true to the adjective lessons that I was taught in high school. HOT was never part of the rumour, but last night Wesley did say I'm vain, so ima stay true to that too. Yeaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!
'Cause what if!? What! IF! I only planned on taking like fivvvvvvve items? Five items in this huggggggggggge bag?!? I'd raise suspicion if my bag was inspected, wouldn't I? Not everybody believes you when you say that someone borrowed your smalll bag and for the life of you, you can't remember who! I'm not tryna be left here and then Leigh and Paige and Linds and Wendy and Gills and NOT ME's all, "Whooooooooooo-oo-whoooooo! On the deck while I'm being forced to come up with idea's like flinging my bag into the harbour and floating behind the MSC Opera 'cause I can't bear to stay behind!
A-hem...........Moving on...
What I started off talking about is how just the sight and sound of someone can just pull you right outa certain moods! Yeah! That's it! That's all. My blog shoulda been three lines long, buuuuut....you know ya Rambler is a chronic drifter too.
Well? We're off to board the ship soon...dunno what youuuu thought I was packing for. Plus! Plus! The suns just come out!!!!
>_<! And now its gone! Sun got jokes, I see...hmmmmmpf!
Once we set sail, we'll be cut off from the normal people. Those with cellphone signals. I'm saying? To myself. These mofo's have built space cars! Hey! I saw the pictures! If there are pictures! It's real! And if they didn't build space cars? I know for a fact that they've done something, spaceyfied and if they've done that? You wanna explain to me why we can't have mobile signal stations? It's totally unfair that only the captain gets to talk to the special people in his life. You know? Those people back at the lighthouse! Or wherever they sit when they warn the captain of gangster sharks or something!
Lemme pay attention to my mum and dad for a bit! I'll see you later!
PssssSssssssST! When I get off the ship, I will no longer be a virgin!
Shame. On. You!!!!!! Hahahhahahahahahahhahaa!!!!
A virgin cruiser, I mean! Lmfao!
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Sunday, 26 January 2014
Every Little Step I Take
O_o!
Don-don't snicker like that with alla them heh-heh-heh's. You're giving me a complex here! And besides? Is it really thaaaaaaat hard to believe? I'm no Gemini, but I do have a sensible part of me as well as a senseless one too. As a Libra, it simply has to be that way. I can't be one way. Like a highway. Who can stand being a highway, any---way! Our highway's don't even have emergency lanes. Imagine me without an emergency lane. I'm a sign of balance so where's there's sense, senseless should follow. That's when I look like this… o_o. Not like this…O_o.
In between, I've been trying to become accustomed to being followed around by this little man. 'Cause the moment I move, all I hear is...tap tap tap tap...turn around and Cruzzy-boy's following me alllllllllll around the house! Evvvvvvvvverywhere I go! I swear it's like a take on the video of Bobby Brown's track, Every little step I take...so then I stand right? Sometimes I do that. Next thing, Mr. Tap Tap Tap Tap slowly walks up to me and settles ON my foot, curls himself into a cute lil ball and pretends to be asleep!
Suddenly I go from singing while cutting onions to feeling all bad and awwww shame now he's gonna wake...strangely enough! These new onions I've being buying? They don't make me cry! Not like a new brand or anything. Not Levi onions, but new, like unused. I'm not saying that I ever buy used onions, I'm just saying when the onions in my fridge are finished, then I buy more! Just so we're clear.
I woooould take from my parents but they're shaped funny. And so are their vegetables. My dad has been growing these veggies and recently my mums been coming at me with carrots that look like asses and all. Hey? Don't look at me! I've had nothing to do with that! I'm just the victim of having to inspect ass-shaped carrots! It's my state of mind that's being messed with here!
Where was I? Oh yeah! Cutting my unused no-name-brand onions! So then I gotta move and we're back to tap tap tap tap behind me over to the sink! It see-eeems?! To solve this situation...and here he comes now...ima have to start jumping on the spot. Standing is...is messing with my emotions. Making me talk to dogs too. 'Cause I'm there, "CruZZZZZZy...lay over there so that you're not disturbed all the time, boy." Not to mention having to contend with the looks that he gives me. He doesn't have to say it for me to know that he's thinking, "Woman? You do know that all I understand in your language is my name? Right?"
It goes on and on that way until I go to lay down, where then he starts yelling at me in this high-pitched tone, which sounds a lot like his mother, Paige's voice when she's all hyper. You'd think after a long day at work and having my inner peace tippled on its ear while I'm tryna feed my family? You'd think that I'd be able to just retire to my chambers and rest.
Neooooooh!
These days I gotta lay on my bed with my one foot on the floor! ! So HE can get comfortable on it! Is that fair? You know what I've just realized? I've just realized that the constant nightmares I've been having are because my body is not aligned! My body's not...hmmmm...it's not feng-shui'd. It has nothing to do with being emotionally anything! Zero! Nothing! Nada! It's because my one leg is missing my other leg. Awwwwww, so sweet!
Ladies? Let's be honest. I won't ask you to put your hand up or nothing. You can inner-agree with me. We've all at one point wished for a man who'd follow us around like puppy dogs, right?! Well, I've been fortunate enough to be given the heads up on what that might actually be like! I feel compelled to come to you with this warning! DON'T BE WISHING FO DAT NO MO!!! The genie might grant it and then you're stuck with him wanting to sleep on your foot while you're cooking and then what?!?! I don't know 'bout you but that? That's just too much loving right there! It's cute when it's an actual puppy-dog, but you better be sitting there right now, thanking your lucky stars that your wish didn't come true because if I honestly had a man doing this? I would lose my damn mind!
Just think? Then I'm exhausted and go to lay down? Instead of offering a massage, he's looking at me and I'm looking at him and then he looks at the floor, we start arguing with our eyes, cursing and shit…with our eyes, and then when our eyes start throwing out yo mama insults? I tell myself, things have gone far enough, yo mama insults weren't called for, so just to get some sleep, my eyes say, okay, I give up! IIIIIIIIIIIIIIII must then be misaligned with my one leg on the flo...Whooooooooooooooo! Nuhhhhhh-uhhhhh!
Space!
Wish for a man who gave you space instead.
Trust me….ya legs will thank you for it!
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