I've had plenty to say but no real motivation/time to write anything. I'm not going to write about everything that has happened over the last few weeks in detail (you're surely not that interested in my life). However, I will mention a few things I've learned:
-It's possible to have a perfectly satisfying fake date with a colleague and to leave it at that.
-I cannot go to Long Street, have one cider, and be home before midnight.
-I can have a good time with complete strangers who are male, no expectations, no pressure, dance the night away, talk about love, life and everything else, never see them again and leave it at that.
-Noname is my glue*.
-Being competent at work attracts unwanted attention.
-Johannesburg is not as awful as I once thought. In fact it's more than pleasant**.
-Drinking many Tequilas and Jagermeisters and then getting into a car that will eventually move is a bad idea.
-Tequila and Amarula shooter is surprisingly quite tasty.
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-I'm morbidly fascinated by websites dedicated to the horror that is the fake tan.
* I need to expand on this a bit. Noname is currently in hospital after I discovered a deep scratch on his chest. I overreacted and the thought of losing him really made me feel like falling apart and that I could not cope with other stressors. I've been to visit him twice now and besides the hole in his chest, he is doing really well: purring and meowing. His hospital card says that his a "bit wild", "scratches" and something about "escape". How dare they say this about my angel! Seeing Noname has really put me at ease, knowing that I'll have him back in a day and after calming down and realising he's not going to die, I just cannot picture not having him around anymore. I decided that he's the glue keeping everything from falling apart. His second name will henceforth be Gluhwein since he's a bit of a whiner as well. How I've missed that whine this weekend.
**Only certain areas, of course, like Melville and Greenside. Pictures to follow.
