Bruises, dark ones are featuring on my right leg and i have no memory of how i got them.
Now the swollen red skin on my right chin that hurts like a joke, that i remember gettting. Saturday evening was fun, a little too much fun. So much fun in fact that i unknowingly walked into a mini stage with a dancing pole on it, stationed smackdab in the middle of the dancefloor.
Nooooo, i hadn't drunk that much, okay maybe i did, but the reason i didn't see the damn stage was cause someone in the club was having loads and loads of fun with the smoke-making machine and nobody could see anything anyway.
This all doesn't explain the bruises though...hope i wasn't sleep walking again, mmmh.
How are you doing chickens?
This is going to be one of those long rambling posts, so bear with me as i spew forth a whole lot of something that's mostly nothing:
News Ban: I'm staying far away from CNN, Sky, BBC and newspapers. Tearing up by one's desk by 8:15am is just not the way to start the day. I just can't make emotional sense of all the strewn dead bodies on the streets of Haiti, it's unthinkable...it's heartwrenching...it's inhumane! I feel like one of those people who slows down to check out a car accident and then gets upset when they see something they didnt want to see in the first place!
So a news diet is definitely in order.
Getting Old Much? There were awards on last night? Golden Globe awards so hear? Julia Roberts supposedly made history by delivering the longest acceptance speech in the history of awards? Errr, so i missed all that AND am okay with that.
How far we have come, i guess this is what they call growing up. Well, i kinda like it.
Hypothetical Arguments about Hypothetical Scenarios: Have you ever watched a movie with Brendan Fraser called, "Twilight of The Golds"? No, well let me give you a brief synopsis. The whole premise of the movie is that Brendan Fraser's character is an openly gay man who's very close to his pregnant sister who in turn is married to a man who has just discovered the gene that causes homosexuality.
Still with me?
Anywho, the Doctor dude decides to test his unborn child for the gene and guess what, the soon-to-be kid tests positive for the gene and that's when things get interesting. The Doctor is pressuring his wife to abort, the wife's brother (Brendan) is severly hurt that she would consider going through with it 'cause in some twisted way it means she's saying he should never have lived. It's pure drama.
So where am i going with this? Well, i posed the question forth to some heterosexual males, "What would you do if your only son or daughter turned out to be gay?"
Eh, African males are the most homophobic bunch i have EVER met! All of sudden there was talk of disowning children, disinheritance and people getting exiled. *DEAD*
Even worse, why did i proceed to burst into tears on hearing this (those damn hormones), i mean, this is your child. Yes, you may not approve of their lifestyle but come on, disowning he-re???!
I would like to hear your thoughts on the topic, holla away in the comments.
Speaking of Comments: I've had to put on the Comment Moderation setting because i got tired of deleting the dubious spam comments unrelated to any of the posts i've written. I'm quite ticked off that it's come to this, as it disrupts the flow of banter back and forth, but it has to be done.
Real-time Television - It's the Future: You heard it here first, i hereby decree that in future all popular television shows (e.g. Grey's Anatomy, Dexter, GG, True Blood) will be shown at the same time all over the world, thus curbing the need for people to illegally download their favourite episodes as they aren't prepared to wait a whole year for their local networks/broadcasters to negotiate and get that season. That way, people who love to upload spoiler FB statuses like, "Oh wow, can't believe they finally killed X and that Y and Z are hooking up" won't ruin our fun.
Valentines: Have y'all started your campaigning for "anonymous" admirers to send you "surprise" bouquets of some common flora? Ladies, this year lets hook up the Gents! A little role reversal never hurt nobody *dirty wink*
Drop it like its hot: Alicia Keys is a crafty one that one, hooking up with Swizz Beatz and all. Lets not lie here, the beat is what makes a song. Now this is rich, coming from me, the most lyrically orientated person ever, but even a heavy beat can save a lyrically-weak song...and one of my favourite songs at the moment fits that description to a "T".
Play Fiddy's "Baby By Me'" and for three minutes, it's over! That track does t'ings to me. There are a lot of songs that have that effect on me, but i wanna hear what track currently get's your pulse racing like [enter the name of current perve interest] just walked into the room.
Okay i'm done rambling...for now anyway. Let me go and find something to chow for lunch.
Have an awesome start of the week chickens!