My Mind, or: The Haunted House

Wow, it's almost scary how happy I've been for around a month. Yes, I've had pretty stressful shit as well, but I truly believe I am/have: Able to deal with it 100x better than before Surrounded myself with the greatest group of people I can imagine Recently, because of my boyfriend's, Alex's, past, I've come to appreciate my own family even more. Not only that, but I will ALWAYS feel indebted to Dad. More or less, he gave me a second chance at life. The amount of stuff both my parents have done for me since "THE" accident is... Here, I'm at a loss for words. Ek is sooo inniglik lief vir julle, dankie vir al julle moeite! I can't quite explain the dramatic turnaround I've experienced since the events of around 2004/2005. I <3 them SOOO much more. It's is one of the, actually numerous things, the accident has provided me with. If that wasn't enough, I have the most amazing boyfriend. Fuck-it, everyone ...

I've always considered myself a very open and honest person. I REALLY struggle with anything besides a white lie. I simply find it a helluva lot easier to keep your story straight, when I say what ACTUALLY happened, not some convenient fabrication that helps me. True, I've lied. EVERYONE has. If they say they haven't, they're lying right then IMO. It's a lot like e.g. pleasuring yourself. Maybe it's not that common among girls, but which GUYS don't.  Having said that, I can't really be dishonest. Not telling the whole truth, yeah, but lying outright? Not me. I'm taking it to the next level. I believe that white lies serve a purpose. I'd still sort of filter what I say to friends. I'm not gonna say something in a social setting about how I've always considered that person to be a gigantic penis. Last night, as we were falling asleep, we watched a House episode about frontal-lobe inhibition. It was a tad scary, and a ...

Have I had an "interesting"/hectic and stressful/messed-up week... I suppose, thinking back, it all started when I was involved in a near-fatal car accident on the Tuesday morning. LUCKILY, no injuries were sustained. I cannot stress how fortunate that was. A Corsa-bakkie company car collided with A and I leaving for work at around 06h00. We endeavoured the "good-old" cross-country haul between our economic powerhouses. Actually, scrap that. We didn't even make it close to the N1, since the route leading to it was oh-so-lovely completely jammed up. We tried to avoid the mess by rather taking the N14. After the necessary observations, I tried switching lanes around the stationary vehicles in front of me. That's when the Corsa did its thing.  Since the bakkie wasn't seen, I can't be 100% sure, but I am CONVINCED that the bakkie was doing around 90 km/h in a 60 zone. For god's sake, post-collision it only came to a halt around 30m later....

So much of life we simply take for granted. I always thought: "Well yeah, those are dice. We use them for gaming, so?"  You might wonder why there's a negro (anyone who knows me, knows I use the word in THE MOST BENIGN possible way. A term of affection; I love black culture. It all started with my "back-then" best friend, E) wielding a gun on your screen. His nickname is Lil' Dice, and Cidade De Deus (2002) was one of my Top Ten Favourite Films. He features rather prominently in it. I suppose the little tyke was just what immediately came to mind when I thought of "Dice. Good idea? Bad idea?" ANYWAY, before I digress like I do it for a livin'...I had the opportunity to finally spare dice a thought after a gaming session involving my good friends A, L (/"waits for gasps": a LADY friend(!) who's damn cool and plays games with the boys as if she grew up with them), R and P. Now that I've offended any females who mi...