happy hump day

My mother always told me  , when at a dinner party one should never discuss religion , sex or politics.

This however is not a dinner party.

There are very few things i understand in life example how i can never let go of anything, how no matter how many Vogue magazines i read or how much i swear or hook up with band members i'm never going to be the cool girl in mean girls , or how much people told me when i was little that there is no such thing as Santa Clause yet i was and still am convinced that when i was 6 i saw santa in the sky on xmas eve.My mother still claims it was a shooting star.

I went to to a concert with my die heart used fans friends on Monday , i was fucking petrified i have never seen so many fucking emo kids in my life and as luck would have it the drummer threw his stick out it hit me on my shin , this still makes no sense and i got to go home with it, keeping in mind all night long i was more worried about protecting my boobs from some serious emo kid knocking them so hard with his marching i would get tit cancer.

apparently they are rioting in London , they burnt down Jamie Oliver's restaurant tonight , still i have no fucking idea why , when i was 14 i was discovering boys and weed and why boys suck at communicating , actually not much has changed.

This week i have learnt that cosmopolitans make you drunk dial a 19 year old , fringes are a fucking awful idea in Cape Town wind , men never mean what they say and that some where all in between this i have managed to end up with some random fucking drum stick, I managed  to piss my best friend off earlier today and also that my portfolio has about 77 million spelling mistakes in it!

Today is only Wednesday though and at the moment i have a weave on my head made up of some indians slaves hair , its so tight im living off pain killers just so that the car guard will stop calling me sir.I look forward to this weekend.