famished for meaning

weird news:

for those who got the e-mail announcing this blog, remember i said that i wanted to name my daughter ‘rocky’ and my son ‘baby’? and you guys thought i was either retarded or exceptionally cruel.

well, it turns out that there are stranger parents out there. i got a mail from a guy today whose last name is actually BABY. in fact, he has the WEIRDEST name:

Br@ms Berr@d@ B@by (@ was used instead of an ‘a’ because i don’t want him to land here after googling himself)

and a few months back, i got an e-mail from a guy called: ‘inn0cent ud0chukwu’

now THAT is exceptionally cruel.

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weekend wrap-up / useless news:

i’m hooked on to ‘desperate housewives’. i feel terrible about it because i am usually extremely anti-sitcoms. i watched 14 episodes over the last four days.

i pampered myself by going for a manicure & pedicure (note to ali: i went for RED…happy?).

i have realized that of late, i feel unmoved by films. this is very unusual. i don’t know whether it’s just that the films are bad or i’m a cold, unfeeling beyatch. the only one that was slightly decent was ‘happenstance’. it reminded me of this poem (”love at first sight, by Wislawa Szymborska).

in other news, i have decided that i NEED to pick up some activity. i feel tired and ache all over every morning, when i wake up…it has to be the lack of exercise. i’m the laziest person i know: i pay by the hour to park my car right outside the entrance of my building, when it’s free to park it 3 minutes away (i just can’t be arsed to walk that much). my ex-gym called me up for the 10th time to ask whether i’d like to renew my membership. when i explained that i had visited the gym a whopping 5 times in 18 months, the girl realized that i was a lost cause.

you know what? lack of fat is a bit of a curse. at least if i was chubbier, my narcissism would have driven me to the gym or yoga class and i’d be fitter. as it stands, i look thin but am the most unfit old cow ever.

please make me feel bad/worse so that i pick up some sort of activity.

tell me i’ll die young or something.

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scary fucking shit:

you know i hate my city… i hate it because of a myriad of reasons - the latest addition is the fact that it is full of unbelievably frustrated men. remember my psycho stalker (he’s been quiet for a while now, so he’s no longer a worry)? well, last wednesday, i picked up my sis and drove home. after i parked up in a dirt lot right outside my building (but of course), she whispered that there was a man standing in the corner, with his dick hanging out. shocked, i walked over and realized that he was wanking, while watching the two of us!!! just like that, in public, at eleven in the night! i was SO fucking mad that i walked closer and whacked him with my hand bag (it was full of things, so it was quite heavy). before i could do anything else though, he just turned, grabbed me, and squeezed my boobs!! i screamed REALLY loud and he ran off.

i was stunned for about 5 seconds.

and then i burst out laughing.

as most of you know, i constantly make fun of my ’small but perfectly formed’ (as one man chose to describe them) breasts. there REALLY isn’t much to grab at…so the poor guy really got the short end of the stick.

anyway, i’m being extremely careful after that and this is actually one of the reasons i’d like to take up some activity again (like kickboxing), so that instead of being terribly, pathetically girly and hitting with a purse, next time, i can beat such men to pulp.