Ok so WTF people.  So its like 22:35, I'm telling you this because I'm to technologically challenged to change the time that pops up on my blogs and every time I blog it seems like some arb time like 03:55 in the morning like WTF what’s up with that shi!t.  So just had supper at the Blowfish - thanks Mike, super awesome but I rushed home to blog and it took me fucking 45 mins to figure out how to do this shit again.  I even smsed the clever youngen from my office to remind my geriatric mind but she left me hanging - huh but I did it on my own - so proud I must say.
What a day.  I must say I work with a bunch of freaks seriously!  I wouldn't have it any other way.  I glance up this afternoon to spot my colleague Naasir but I call him Naas - sitting at his desk speaking to himself with his sun glasses on.  Now ordinarily I wouldn't look twice but the man is literally having a full blown conversation with him self sitting at his desk in front of his PC with his sunglasses on....  No to say he was not styling those sunglasses but seriously WTF??
I suppose with my warped sense of humour and mind processing I do need very interesting people to keep me occupied.  Thanks Naas.

So I never told you about my evening at my friend Margo, Marge for short.  What a super duper girl.  I was round her and her Oak's place on Thursday for a braai.  What a jol.  I haven't laughed soooooo much for like forever.  We spoke about everything.  The wine flowed and the food was crazy good.  Shoe until it was time to get up for work.  Which was pretty ok until I took the first corner to the girl’s room to get them up and going.  My mind was screaming bath time.  I had to bath, I'd been to visit about 20 zillion clients the day before with the highest heels ever and my tootsies were refusing to stand up in the shower.
So I hopped into the bath and well jar considering that I fell into bed the night before without taking off my makeup or taking out my contact lenses, oh the horror.  I really needed to wash my face.  While in the process of washing my face or rather soaking it in water hoping to repair any damage, my Oak Mark decided to have a chat with me.... well I must have looked like KIZZ but without the make up because he like looked at me and made his Clint Eastwood eyes as big as he could and stopped mid sentence what he was saying and looked at me again kind of got a fright and thought I'm not taking that on and walked off.  Then he came back again looked at me again and clearly I still looked like KIZZ so he decided to leave me too it until I pulled myself together!  Boy was relieved...
So jar another day over, another Friday done and time for bed.  My Oak has made me swear not to blog about him or he will throw my whole blog away WTF????  Hello Cassidy SCRATCH, SCRATCH, SCRATCH!