Sometimes you need to blog things in order to fully understand the complexity of it's reality.

The human race is degenerating as a specie.

So I think I'm falling for him.

There are many things that drive women nuts in relationships.

So the boyfriend reckons that he is the sexual ‘gatekeeper’ in our relationship.

It is a sad day when I have to resort to juvenile word-play humour to liven up this place. After the seriously wayward '100 word a day' challenge entries, I have decided we could all do with a little puza Thursday humour.

So it’s really simple. Confucius jokes are one-liners beginning with the phrase "Confucius say, ....”. The usually include the following:

I’m having a serious case of cabin fever.

COLD rain rain rain rain rain rain rain rain THUNDER rain rain rain rain rain rain rain rain

Love After Love

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome,

By a sickle moon
silence speaks in black tongues
fear knows my name

I had my period last week. A death of another perfectly fertile egg. A potential life lost. For the first time I mourned it’s loss. At almost 36 I realise that there is only a finite number of these little suckers left. My feelings heightened by the turbulence of a downward spiralling relationship.

In a desperate bid to assist fellow blogger Clare to chose a potential mate, I have devised a cunning plan which involves you bloggers. Lets face it, the girl needs some help. She is dating six men (at the same time nogal ) and has untold number of contestants in waiting. This cannot go on bloggers! It simply cannot.

So last night I had dinner with the ex-love-of-my-life. The only man I have ever loved. Probably, will always love. We split up three years ago but have remained good friends but I have been putting it off seeing him for months because he has been in a serious relationship for over a year now. Not sure I was ready to be confronted with that in my wounded single status.

So last Thursday my little red Renault goes into the shop, once again, to have the doors reset. R11,000 and cold sweat followed by a great big sigh of relief when I realised that the insurance would miraculously be covering it. It is not that easy to explain to anal retentive insurance types that the wind in Slaapstad is like baie kragtig jy weet?