16:00 p.m., Thursday, 11 August 2016
It's on it's way! Just as I was dreadfully counting the minutes to Monday.
Thursday, 11 August 2016
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.
Tuesday, 9 August 2016
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
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
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.
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
Monday, 8 August 2016
Friday, 5 August 2016
TTS: Interludes of Life
03:51 p.m., Friday, 5 August 2016
This old gal is a year older now.
I'm 25!
And, man, it feels... 24-ish. But better.
I've been having these small realisations that I'm actually 10 years older than the kid I usually feel like I still am. (Well, before I have to pay the bills each month and wake up for work each morning. Then I feel 50.) I still see that 15-year-old in the mirror every day. She hasn't changed much. And I'm glad. As much as life's toughened her in many ways, I'm grateful she hasn't been hardened by the difficult times.
I still love like a puppy and blush like a school girl.
No drama. (Yet.)
No little ones. (Yet.)
No bee. Boo. Bae... whatever he's called. (Yet.)
Even my biological clock ticking away hasn't scared me into shacking up with anyone. (Yet.) I know many great guys and have went on some great dates. But... I don't know... maybe I'm "too comfortable" being single? Or maybe it feels fugging awesome keeping myself to myself? There are definitely worthy suitors... I guess I'm that selfish, maybe?
I made out with a guy I dated back in college last week Friday. (Ha!) Can't remember the last time that happened, so I must've thought, "Maybe he's got Lindt Cookies and Cream chocolate in his mouth." (Clearly, I'd do anything for Lindt Cookies and Cream chocolate.) He called me the next morning wanting to see me and "my phone died".
Sorry, guy. It was just a kiss, not a love-back.
Had a party on Saturday. Cute guys and gals everywhere.
A birthday dinner on Monday with my twin sister, her boyfriend, his brother and his girlfriend. (Couples, basically.) The candle didn't burn much though.
Now back to the point of this post -- before I drift further into the chambers of my non-existent romantic life...
Pumla and me received loved from all directions this week, and I'm proud to say I'm becoming slightly less awkward at being on the receiving end of it.
So, here's to life, and to me for finally getting rid the training wheels!
- Trace
This old gal is a year older now.
I'm 25!
And, man, it feels... 24-ish. But better.
I've been having these small realisations that I'm actually 10 years older than the kid I usually feel like I still am. (Well, before I have to pay the bills each month and wake up for work each morning. Then I feel 50.) I still see that 15-year-old in the mirror every day. She hasn't changed much. And I'm glad. As much as life's toughened her in many ways, I'm grateful she hasn't been hardened by the difficult times.
I still love like a puppy and blush like a school girl.
No drama. (Yet.)
No little ones. (Yet.)
No bee. Boo. Bae... whatever he's called. (Yet.)
Even my biological clock ticking away hasn't scared me into shacking up with anyone. (Yet.) I know many great guys and have went on some great dates. But... I don't know... maybe I'm "too comfortable" being single? Or maybe it feels fugging awesome keeping myself to myself? There are definitely worthy suitors... I guess I'm that selfish, maybe?
I made out with a guy I dated back in college last week Friday. (Ha!) Can't remember the last time that happened, so I must've thought, "Maybe he's got Lindt Cookies and Cream chocolate in his mouth." (Clearly, I'd do anything for Lindt Cookies and Cream chocolate.) He called me the next morning wanting to see me and "my phone died".
Sorry, guy. It was just a kiss, not a love-back.
Had a party on Saturday. Cute guys and gals everywhere.
A birthday dinner on Monday with my twin sister, her boyfriend, his brother and his girlfriend. (Couples, basically.) The candle didn't burn much though.
Now back to the point of this post -- before I drift further into the chambers of my non-existent romantic life...
Pumla and me received loved from all directions this week, and I'm proud to say I'm becoming slightly less awkward at being on the receiving end of it.
So, here's to life, and to me for finally getting rid the training wheels!
- Trace
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