Thursday, June 4, 2009

The joy in being total "fucked up".

It is 05:31 and normally I would be dozing and dreaming of my morning swim and coffee...but I am not. I am preparing for an interview on this beautiful summer morning. The week has gone past pretty quick...my ankle is now all healed and I already rode (I actually had to check the dictionary if "rode" was correct, it just sounds funny, but it is, in case you think it sounds funny too) my bicycle yesterday. I had to get it from the station cos I was having nightmares that it was stolen (It had been there all week). Although they said I should give it two weeks before I start putting pressure again, oh well.

Anyway, so yesterday was pretty cool. Only because I had a surprise visitor...after my rant of "so make me smile damn it!". I am feeling pretty stupid cos it was kinda...well, "cute". He was surprised that I had NOTHING in my tiny "kitchenette" and wondered why I did not call anybody for help. My reasons were the following:

1)Things were already so fucked up that that was just one of the things that added up to the total fucked up pathetic situation. This just means, if its gonna be fucked up then let it be a total fuck up. Phoning someone to help me buy food is just spoiling the fuckedupness. You know, when it rains, it pours so let it pour, God damn it!

2) When you are in such situations, you grind your fucking teeth and get on with it. You dig deep for your survival skills and start eating rice and butter or spaghetti and ketchup. Yah man! No time for crying. You fight on. You show your strength of character, determination, etc etc.

3) I am proud.

He in turn, just said one sentence,

1) You are stubborn.

Oh and he said, he saw no reason for my "survival skills" and being "total fucked up" when help was right "under my nose".

Well, well, too bad. Next time, I'll call him and he can pamper me as much as he wants. For now, I need to shower, do something about my hair and get myself to the station. I don't have time for sitting around here, writing...I have got to fight, you know, take on the world, etc etc.

Have a nice day, people!

Lots of love.
waffy

7 comments:

Tairebabs said...

lol@Phoning someone to help me buy food is just spoiling the fuckedupness.

Goodluck with your interview!

Ms. Catwalq said...

see yasef?
how did the interview go?

OPTIMISTIC_alyzzz said...

hey am glad ur ankle is better but pls keep pressure of it.
if only u knew ud have let him pamper u abi, nothing lost...
have a great day.

Patrice said...

I thought you were a seasoned itinerant . . . This weekend go to the supermarket and stock up on canned meals, and anything else with a long shelf life, for those "fucked up" weeks.

Glad your ankle is feeling better.

Funms-the rebirth said...

now ur making me think rode sounds really funny............hehehehehe

glad ur ankle is feeling better and im with u on not messing the flow of fuckedupness.... i do it too and my friends say im stubborn and proud but luke u said, when it rains, let it pour

Adaeze said...

lol
i think rode sounds funny too
dont let anyone spoil your fuckedupness! lol

Awa Music Map said...

wow. lol xx