Normally when I’m on a roll, be it with work, talking or in
this case, catching up with some blog posts to tide over the quiet times, it is
a case of once you opened the floodgates, you just go with it. Sitting down and
waiting for words to come doesn’t always work. So now that I built my own
soapbox (blog), and I have 30 minutes, blog I will.
So if you can picture in your mind, me lying on a couch, and
you with a pencil tapping your chin waiting to write down and over analyse
everything I am about to “say”, you can guess where this post is heading. And
it isn’t south.
So I’ve given you the basics of my happy life that has had its fair share of twists, turns and ripped out pages. On the page I am currently on the heroine of my story just had some good news after about four months of waiting. She is happy to be working again, but still at war in her mind and subsequently with her mind. Will she slay the dragon? Will she get her new prince? Will he swoop in and knock her feet out from under her and make her half of a whole again. Page turners I tell you! With tons of cliffhangers which I hate. As you can tell, I tend to deflect from delving too deep because honestly, I’ve told the story a million times to a handful of ears and all I would love to do is move on. So as soon as my mind goes to the as yet unpublished) story of my life, I tend to give you two cents and then start upselling my future.
So I’ve given you the basics of my happy life that has had its fair share of twists, turns and ripped out pages. On the page I am currently on the heroine of my story just had some good news after about four months of waiting. She is happy to be working again, but still at war in her mind and subsequently with her mind. Will she slay the dragon? Will she get her new prince? Will he swoop in and knock her feet out from under her and make her half of a whole again. Page turners I tell you! With tons of cliffhangers which I hate. As you can tell, I tend to deflect from delving too deep because honestly, I’ve told the story a million times to a handful of ears and all I would love to do is move on. So as soon as my mind goes to the as yet unpublished) story of my life, I tend to give you two cents and then start upselling my future.
What future applicants to the position of “My Prince” will
need to know about me is that my three is my world. I am like the worlds best
infomercial. What would expect to pay for a relationship with me? Not R100, not
R200. Nothing! Why? Because while I like the finer things, I love the simple
things. And as a super bonus you get to meet the three coolest people no bigger
than your hip*. I should totally make this shit my online dating profile.
Now to let the teeny, tiny bitch in me out for just a few
seconds. I sometimes look at couples, and meet couples, who have gone through
divorce (one or both) and sometimes also have kids (one or both of the people)
and wonder why that can’t be me. I like me. Now I just need a tallish, darkish
haired, 29-35 year old individual to like me. And then date me. And then love
me (us). And the marry me. Sunset ride will be a bonus. If it is on said dark
haired individuals sexy bike (I’ll take a nice car too), that just guarantees
happy times. If you know what I mean ;) (I am trying not to type the word sex
in fear my brothers read this and cringe).
That is my thirty minutes. Two blog posts typed out. I think
I should add genius to my profile!
* Please note that height as mentioned “below hip” was as at
04.04.2012.
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