ohh what a day. are you having a laugh???

I'll set the scene for you : wake up at 7.20 am (taxi coming at 7.45 ) not hungover yet as I'm still on dad from last night. Press snooze. WHY was snooze invented, it only sets one up for trouble. Thank god the taxi was late.. Get to the airport and try to eat my hangover away. Waiting in line for security check, I see an old man trying to cut the snake of metal poles that shows us how to queue (wtf?) unfortunately for him and much to MY enjoyment he did the limbo a little too low and ended up face first on the tiles. great. Creeped some people out on bbm while I was bored and had some hangover humour.When I handed my ticket to be checked etc. I kid you not I was the only person on the whole plane who got asked for id.. I had to feel if maybe I had a turban on that I'd forgotten about!? On the plane now, and this ALWAYS happens to me. I try not make eye contact with anyone, as if it's going to better my chance of having an empty seat next to me BUT the one time I happen to look up - BOOM my eyes lock with the fattest person on board.. and I just know.. he's headed my way.. whats even better is he's in the middle!

So now I'm at the window and bursting for the loo, fatty is having a lovely dos next to me : mouth open, head hanging and the odd loud grunt. I have to some how climb OVER him from my seat, jump onto the other ladies chair and then onto the floor. I manage the first time as I'm facing the people behind me, but on the way back they where the lucky audience of my version of " that thong tha thong thong thoooong". Finally we land and I make my way onto to the Gautrain, chewing gum obviously as I don't want to greet my mom with lasts night tequila mouth. Get a tap on the shoulder and its a security guard " es-ca-UUUSe me sista. No gum allowed" hand out, waiting for me to spit it out like a 5 year old does. Even though I'm thinking is this guy for real, I still spit it out, but into my hand not his don't worry. This day, could not have gone any better.. its karma for last nights antics.

Finally I'm home and its time for a sleep.. bye.

Give it a Trance ☮

I like lame music with words that have sentimental value. My friends laugh at me because most of them are into some sort of electro/trance/ DJ's etc and I don't have a clue what they're on about half the time. To get me on the dance floor takes A LOT of persuasion and tequila. If you want a laugh try get me out there.. ha. Last time I went to an out-of-comfort music jol, was to a Dub Step thing and I still have images of myself copying the girl next to me : just raise your hand (whole hand up or just two fingers, your choice) and pump it into the air.. along with the beat of course, not sure I was able to do both.

Tonight I'm braving Labrynth at Trinity with some of Cape Towns biggest music livers.. trance and electro are their life. I've been told to wear flats and casual clothes. I picture it to be like the movies, when I walk in the DJ is going to scratch his disk and everyone's going to be like w.t.f!? haha jokes, it wont be so bad.. I've been practicing some basic moves I learnt on how to dance 101. Also, I have a wingman who's not so trancey herself. Wish me luuck. I might just find my calling tonight.

look it up.

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"Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?"

In movies you always see the same type of guys throwing out the most hilarious pick up lines. Although they never really work, they are pretty funny and you have to give a guy credit for trying... Here are some very funny/classic ones I've heard or read about:

Do you wash your pants in Windex? Because I can see myself in them.

Let's do breakfast tomorrow. Should I call you or nudge you?

Am I cute, or do you need another drink?

Aw, girl, I'm gonna have to put you on my "To Do" List!

I have a six inch tongue and I can breath through my ears

Do you sleep on your stomach? No. Can I?

I guarantee you that none of these will be work, but it will definitely make for an interesting night :)

Pick meeeee

I 100% support everyone and their blogs HOWEVER i'm thinking that Fashion blogs are a tad over done these days and awesomeness blogs like mine ;) are not getting recognized enough. Please like/follow/show your friends my blog....

Fail proof system. ha! ' ?....!'

A dear friend of mine, dear but disgusting told me a while ago about a system he brings into play with the 'ladies'. I remembered it today and couldn't help but chuckle to myself. We'll call him Fabio. Fabio, bless his heart is some what of a nympho and not shy to share his stories with those who are keen to lend an ear. Be careful if you catch him after too many beers as you will be re living his reality pornos. Anyways the other night after a jol we all went home and he goes straight to the computer and logs onto FB. I immediately am thinking, oh god this can't end well. He calls me over and with a huge grin on his face and points to the screen...

Through slightly blurred vision I make out his sent messages and a lot of them having been sent right now. The message.. A single question mark. I'm busy thinking old Fabs is super pissed tonight. However he dives into the explanation of his 'system'. Which is this, he sends about 10 girls a ? And if they reply with a ! He knows he is getting lucky. What intrigues me most is he sends all of them at the same time.. Which lead to me ask 'but what if more that one replies with a !' And to that he replies with a smug ' well then its my lucky night and I'm a every lucky guy.

Sis on you boys and shame on you slappers :)

quality not comfort

For one to state that they dress themselves for comfort, is.. Bullshit. I know I don't get up in the morning and think - today I will be most comfortable in long johns, my gardeners hoodie and grans socks.Its ok to wear this because its comfortable.NO!

This is not ok! I'm not trying to be your Trynny or Susanna here but seriously put in some effort and dress to impress. It's a lot better for ones self confidence to get a comment about nice boots rather than a turned up nose at your velvet tracky bums.