TTS: Interludes of Life

09:41 p.m., Friday, 12 August 2016

So...

As much as I enjoy telephonically speaking with strangers who constantly urge me to buy things from them I probably don't need, I understand that the caller shares my excitement for his job and prefers not to have the phone slammed down on him occasionally. I also understand the odd new Facebook friend's insistence on getting my cell number and home address. There are many bogus and bad people on the web -- he needs surety that I'm one of the good ones, and what better way to earn his trust than to let him drop by or call me at will.

 Talk about the "perfect stranger". What a catch...

When I see him, he'll get the password to my phone.




- Trace

TTS: Interludes fo Life

16:00 p.m., Thursday, 11 August 2016

It's on it's way! Just as I was dreadfully counting the minutes to Monday. 

TTS: Interludes of Life

08:53 a.m., Tuesday, 10 August 2016

I'm very impatient this morning.

Last night, I bought myself a Berkeley Case Logic backpack online and the delivery's scheduled for Monday. (Jee. Sus.) I'm itching to get my hands on it now. If you don't know, backpacks are to me what red bottoms are to most women: the holy grail of fashionable perfection. I love them. I first saw it at Checkers in Eastgate Mall and was ready to buy it for R750, but the penny pincher in me was decidedly reluctant, so I compared the price to what's online. And what do you know: Takealot has it for R250 less. Obviously, I placed my order.

But waiting's the devil. 

I guess I'm used to instant gratification -- when I see something I like, I often buy it same time. I'm not so fond of this waiting game. It's exhausting. (And a bitch.)

Good mental exercise though. 



-Trace

A well deserved Happy Women's Day to every woman who appreciates the luxury of making up her own mind, and who deems herself worthy of her own respect.

TTS: Interludes of Life

20:33 p.m., Tuesday, 9 August 2016

I'm probably one of the biggest fools on the planet. 

Were it not for my stupidity, today, I could've been Mrs So-and-So – the esteemed concubine of a multi-millionaire polygamist. Never having to work another day in my life. Instead, I choose to run for the 07h00 bus to work on most mornings. I could've still been in a relationship with a man who insists on buying me anything my heart desires, but I'm hung up on handwritten letters and impossible gifts – like books, and time. I could've lived by that other one's rules to keep him happy, but my abstract way of thinking would never let me. I could be less complex for the men who claim to love me, but I don't know any better.

I'm a fool.

A hopelessly simple girl.

And simple girls usually aren't easily tamed.

- Trace

12:28 p.m., Monday, 8 August 2016

I feel horrible.

I hate disappointing the most important people in my life.

I'm sorry, dad.

Being "nice" to Tracy doesn't come easy to Mafa -- he prefers the Tough-Tove express, lol... I going to treasure this. :)