It’s a Saturday night and I’m in desperate need for a buzz fix, the red horse kind. The sad thing is, I’ve run out of cash and credit. Fortunately, I have a friend named Grace (seriously, no corny pun intended) who’s got the same need, the only difference being, she has SLIGHTLY more money than I do at the moment. So later we’re off to watch Salindiwa. Dear God I hope I get slightly drunk before the night ends. Amen.
It’s a saturday night and I’m stuck here in the office, but I’m not too depressed because by 10pm I’m FREE! Woohoo! I’m finally in top condition to drink my ass off and I’ll be meeting up with friends. I’m pretty much excited about that because I have missed them so much that it hurts…(and abrupt transition to a totally different topic that I just want to say)- Almost everyone out of work has been telling me lately that I’ve been looking younger than normal and I can’t figure out why they think so. First of all my job right now is a lot more stressful than my old one. Plus I think I’m losing weight again (in an unflattering manner), so as to why I’m looking younger, I absolutely have no idea–in love daw hahaha, no comment.
