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"I have always laid it down as a maxim --and found it justified by experience --that a man and a woman make far better friendships than can exist between two of the same sex --but then with the condition that they never have made or are to make love to each other."

Lord Byron

p.s: My plot has just been messed up by this guy

Melancholia

I’m one of those chicks who pride themselves in the inability to feel such fickle human emotions as loneliness. I’m starting to rethink my stand on that though; I guess the powers that be are at work, doing their best to reassure me that I am in fact quite human contrary to common belief.
I was in an all girls’ school for the whole of my high school (you can stop gasping already, I’m perfectly normal). Regardless of that fact, I find it rather difficult to make girlfriends. Don’t get me wrong, girls are great and all but given the callousness and insensitivity of my temperament or personality or whatever, I’d much rather stick with the thicker skinned sex. There are some chicks on the other hand that perhaps are on heaven’s mission to redeem me from the hell that is I or maybe decide to disregard the Cruela attitude that I have so completely adopted……… I don’t know. Anyway, they are my friends
There’s this whole craze with studying abroad that I don’t completely click yet (don’t kill me P) but against my advice and better judgment, they have all been swept up in this tide. Every. One. Of. Them. It wasn’t so bad until Sunday night after I said goodbye to the last lot of them at the airport and comforted their miserable mothers- I have a knack for that by the way- I got home and it hadn’t hit me yet……. At least not completely that I no longer had anyone to wallow in self pity with or to share the latest juicy gossip with for the moment.
Anyhow, on Sunday night there was this major crisis at home that almost resulted in my death and I just needed to hala at some one who I didn’t have to start explaining everything to from scratch. You can imagine my horror when I realized there was none of my girls I could call, at least not for the next two days. As if that was not enough, all the guys had their phones off because it was Sunday night and they wanted an uninterrupted night before the new week. What the fuck?!
Worry not, I’m coping. I vent by breaking little birdies’ necks. Not

P.S: I’m trying to stop swearing, it’s not working very well though, any pointers? Not from you Antipop though

P.P.S: There is a new boy in my great life, more about it later……. Or not

Reasons why I love my nail specialist and other stories

• He pretends to believe me when I tell him half baked lies about why my nails are in such bad shape. e.g "it's just that time of the month" when really the vanish had chipped badly and all I had to remove it with was an old rusty nail file.
• He seems to enjoy the fact that I speak miserable Luganda and he speaks next to no English......... You should hear us communicate!
• He gives the nicest foot rubs ever
• He's cute
• He's cheap and he gives me discounts (I think this should have come first)
• He gives me practical tips on how to improve my nails, not like I listen or anything, it's just nice to be told
• He makes my nails look beautiful and that in itself is a miracle.......

I guess this is the point when I start with the other stories.......... Just realised there are no other stories. You'll just have to wait til I come round to writing the sequel of that ka story I started. Meanwhile, has any one read Memnoch, the devil by Anne Rice? I think her and Dan Brown ought to have a special place in hell for all their blatant blasphemy. I mean, if I'm going to hell, I really wouldn't want to be placed with the lot of them. In the off chance that God decided to change his mind about how evil I am, He'd just see then and then fail to forgive me! That said, I think they're incredibly talented, her books are a must-read (start with interview with the vampire or watch the movie if you can't read it). Ok, that's about it.

P.S: For those of you who want to find out who my nail guy is, my lips are so sealed so you can choke on it!

Wednesday blues

It's fucking cold, I stayed up late completing a project that my laptop successfully gobbled up. So much for sleepless nights! My eyes are smarting, I have to do another sleepless night today to work on the project again and as if that's not enough, I older today. Ok, maybe that's not such a bad thing but I shall rant as I please whether I mean it or not..........

Anyhow, just wanted to say:
Happy fucking birthday to me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*blowing out candles then sighing sadly*

P.S: Don't you dare tell me to think positive!

Truth

It's funny how sometimes we lose sight of ourselves, completely forgetting who we are, seemingly over burdened by duty, too busy running far far away in the opposite direction from where we ought to be headed.......... Well, that's a story for another day. Today, I just want to learn about healing and letting go, to know whether taking the risk to face your worst fear and having that fear confirmed still makes the venture worthwhile.........

The pain is great, overwhelming and I'm far too afraid to feel it. He says to let the pain just wash over you and soon the healing will come. I wish I could do that but it's not merely a ripple, this pain, it comes harshly, without apology like angry waves and I can not let myself be swept away. I have to stand and fight for all I'm worth. Alone. Silently summoning whatever is left of my strength..........

I finally faced that fear and trusted him completely, I wonder now if that was a curse in disguise. No, he didn't mean to hurt me because even against his better judgement, he loves me completely. No, he didn't mean to but he did. It cannot be helped, it can not be undone. All I have left is my solitude and my strength, waging war against this angry tide