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Saturday, April 16, 2011

Last night...

You're gonna wish you
Never ever met me
Tears are gonna fall
Rolling in the deep

It's running through my head. I'm just being introduced to Adele,can you believe it? A-virgin. :D

Last night,I couldn't sleep. Or rather,I could,but didn't want to. I whine all day about how I want to sleep so badly,but then when it comes time to walk the talk,I find all kinds of distractions. Feels like I have short-man syndrome or summat. Anyhue,because of the lack of shut-eye,I began to blogwhore. I started with probably my favorite male blogger,Antony (www.antonyhimself.blogspot.com),who never fails to make me smile (much like chocolate milkshakes, Hugh Grant or a good book). Then I ventured to Biko's blog (www.bikozulu.wordpress.com) where I once posted with infinitely amusing results. His most recent post was infused with the blues. He had writer's block (so he claims) and he was feeling kinda out of it. Which,in turn,influenced my delicate insomniac sensibilities,and the madness that has been the last month came crashing down on me.

DoctorFriend says I supposedly have lost my appetite (ie anorexia) because I'm anxious. Which amuses me. If someone'd told me all I needed to do to suddenly lose weight was get stressed,I might've stopped eating a while ago. :o) It's kind of a testament to my easygoing passive-aggressive nature,the fact that I've never lost weight through stress before now. Not KCSE,not heartbreak,not culture shock from learning swa and going to Makini,not having to wake up at quarter to 5 three times a week...Welcome to the world.

The stress bit is true,though. I've been feeling a tad stressed lately. In the words of a very,very fine brother who I have unfinished business with,I'm doing the most. The hustle is going to KILL ME. Motivated by the NEED to move out as fast as feasibly and fiscally possible,coupled with the IRRITATION prompted by the individuals I live with and the AWKWARDNESS that ensues when I still need parental funding for my exploits...something's giving,all right. I mean,you can only do this dependence thing for so long. It's bloody uncomfortable to have to explain to my mother what Vagina Monologues are,and why I'm doing them,and why she should pick me up. (y'all should totally come,btw. 22nd and 28th,Wasanii and Carnivore,630 and 730,5 sock.)

I guess it's just nice to be able to afford your own. I've recently discovered I'm a bit expensive to maintain. I've started staying in the house more lol,because it's beginning to feel like I work to pay my Java bills,ha! Ha! (I laugh like this because it's probably true.) The most awful bit,though,is that I'm beginning to remember the wise words of The Sheikh: The worst thing about being in the rat race is that even if you win,you're still a rat.

Fortunately,exercise isn't really my thing. *sips at chocolate milkshake at Java,bought to reduce stress and allocated to 'medical' in the paper-thin budget*

tSN

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12 comments:

  1. *sips at chocolate milkshake at Java,bought to reduce stress and allocated to 'medical' in the paper-thin budget*..so I just burst into giggles in the library(to the annoyance of the person pretending to study next to me while I can clearly see they are on facebook!) at this conclusion of your financial woes!! Medical..hahaha..oh I can soooo relate!! Welcome to the rat race!

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  2. A day at a time gal! It is always feasible both in mind and the region where imagination resides but never quite fiscal hehehehe! If and when you attain the "feasfisc" equilbrium,you will realise you still need the folks to wean you out. The worst part of dependance is that even when you are sitted at java you keep feeling sneaky coz the guy on the left looks at you seemingly to suggest, "i know you are sitted there on a relocation allowance from the folks" . Nice read though!

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  3. A day at a time gal! It is always feasible both in mind and the region where imagination resides but never quite fiscal hehehehe! If and when you attain the "feasfisc" equilbrium,you will realise you still need the folks to wean you out. The worst part of dependance is that even when you are sitted at java you keep feeling sneaky coz the guy on the left looks at you seemingly to suggest, "i know you are sitted there on a relocation allowance from the folks" . Nice read though!

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  4. Thanks, Anonymous. I think. :o)

    @Knoppix He KNOWS!!! HE SEES THROUGH MY LIES OF GRANDEUR!!!

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  5. I don't get the purpose of the first line (not the snippet poem song thingy the Adele one)

    That being said the hustle will kill us kill us dead :)

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  6. Kill us DEAAAAD!!!

    There really was no purpose, but it's my blog and I can do what I want. :D Or maybe it's the song the Rat Race singss to us...yeah, we'll go with that. :D

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  7. As I write singss like I think I'm the snake in Jungle Book. Sigh. My spelling on a keyboard is atrocious. Wait, which first line? Si the song is by Adele? Hence.

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  8. hey tSN more details on the v-monologues?would love to attend that 28th one..

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  9. Hey Anonymous. Vagina Monologues is on the 22nd at 630 at Wasanii Restaurant. It's 5 sock. There's another show at Carnivore, 28th at 730.

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  10. We shall weather this economic storm, by meting at Java to dicuss the way forward! >_<

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  11. ...The worst thing about being in the rat race is that even if you win,you're still a rat... :-(

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