» Misunderstood

stusut79
dude i'm impressed. cool story.
and btw your stories, though wierd and nonsensical, were creative and i believe you do have talent... should you choose a narrative that makes sense. i look forward to ur future posts... it's ok if they're long as long as they're good!

edit: that's um, good as in the NORMAL definition of good, not like, well your definition, whatever that might be. but then again you did refer to it as pretentious bollocks so perhaps you do know...
(Wed 12th Oct 2005, 11:18, More)

» Misunderstood

inspoken - you should stay that way!
f.y.i;
my baby is now 10wks old. my first child died at 3 months. he was an accident. after he died i got pregnant with troy. dealing with ethyn's death put me in a downward spiral and so the coke. which was not 2nd grade and was definitely more often that the weekends unfortunately. but i've been clean now for three months.

so i will forgive your insinuations of my being a whore, a bad mother and/or a cokehead because i am neither. although i can see how you might have thought that. i guess it was all just a misunderstanding.

oh and stusut - i love your weekly ramblings too, i was just trying to be clever. i still think you're a monkey, but i will respect your right to be one!
(Mon 10th Oct 2005, 10:43, More)

» Misunderstood

stusut79
they said if a million monkeys bashed a million typewriters for an infinite amount of time, they would eventually produce works of shakespeare. how many millions of you would it take to start spewing some literatur that at least almost makes sense or is vaguely entertaining?

on the subject though, my mother often makes grammatical errors when it comes to afrikaans (a south african german/dutch derivitave language) instead of dolledig which means extreamly something (i can't remember what the 'something' was - maybe tired) she says dolleeg which means spotlight.

when i was small everytime someone teased me or something i would triumphantly say 'ill take that as a comment' to much laughter of all present. it took about a year before i realised what i meant was 'compliment.' and i felt so goddamn clever. my parents remind me of it all the time. oh how we laugh...

its not the size that counts. especially when you're a women and you've had two kids and king kong cant even touch sides.
(Fri 7th Oct 2005, 13:22, More)

» The passive-aggressive guilt trip

3 words
Mother-In-Law
(ok, that's one hyphenated word. but i'm sure you catch my drift.)

When I had the kids i had no maid. i used towel nappies. my kids never got thrush. or nappy rash. and darren used to projectile vomit. and i never made colin lift a finger. and i travelled everywhere by bus. in the rain. by myself. and i had a ceasar. and with my 1st kid i never had painkillers. i never felt a thing. the twins never needed dummies. etc etc etc...
(Fri 14th Oct 2005, 9:48, More)

» Look! It's me in the Local Paper

Not me, but my baby sis
She was 14 or so at the time - she's a year and a half younger than me. (We come from South Africa.) Anyway, the national radio station, 5fm, had an under18 rave that was held at all the major cities. Tickets cost, like, a month's pocket money and planning of outfits, how to sneak in alcohol, etc. began months in advance.

Well, it was the second annual "MTNChirpparty" and my sister and I went in a big crowd of girls (all hoping to snag an unsuspecting lad or two) dressed to the nines and looking like precocious little slags, to be quite honest.

Now try to understand, these raves were the highlight of our then under18 years, with some 40 000 fellow juveniles, laser lights, big screens, local celebs, the works; Photographers going through the crowds all night, with kids everywhere hoping to feature on the radio station's website (note: most hit site in the coutry! www.5fm.co.za ; check it out!)...

My sister almost fell over when she was asked to be photographed, but due to our country's racially-loaded past (we won't go into that now) you understand, photographs had to represent more than one demographic. Cue My sis and her friend posing with to two indian guys, complete strangers.

We didn't think much of it, I even got a couple of photo's on the site myself, just my friends and I, though.

Imagine our confusion the next day when family and friends start calling us; "I didn't know Nikki had an indian boyfriend?" The photo was in the forking Sunday Times, quite large actually, with a close-up of Nikki and said stranger looking very cosy indeed! They made it look like they were together, but the caption provided the first time she even learnt his name. They didn't even spell her name right!

B3st3rds.

1st post!!! Whoooo!
Sorry so short.
(Wed 16th Feb 2005, 11:13, More)