Can you not do that? Can you please not “Like” my Facebook post or “Heart” my Instagram pic. Can you please stop showing up. It’s not that I don’t want you. I want you too much. My heart skips a beat when I think of you. My heart skips a beat knowing you’re there. I want to be more than just a friend. I want to be more than just an acquaintance. Can you not? Don’t start the fire when you’ll so easily put out the flame. Can you not make me want you when all I want is your name. You don’t see me. You see right through me. It hurts. This love. This unrequited love. This impossible love. It hurts. Running through my veins like acid. Burning me up from the inside. All I want is you. All I want is your touch. Can you not? Don’t make me fall for you when you know you were never willing to catch me. It was inevitable that I would end up loving you. I felt first. I felt only. Can I not? Give up. Push it aside. Just let it go. Can I not leave you alone. Can I not do this. To myself. Can I not blame you for my heart wanting you. Can I not just pretend. That your “Like” is just a “Like” and your “Heart” is just a heart. Can I not pretend that you care. As I lay my bleeding heart bare, I confess “I Love You”
Good Morning Peoples, it’s a great day today. The parentals anniversary. I know they won’t see this post because this blog isn’t exactly “parent-friendly” but that doesn’t mean that I can’t allow you people to inbox me “Happy Anniversary” messages #eeekkk #bombarded.
They have been married for 31 years and I have seen it all. Witness to fights and frustration. I was there and most of the time front and centre. I also experienced the good, the fantastic. I’ve seen how they’ve been supportive of one a other and I’ve beared witness to their love. They are a true inspiration. Happy Anniversary You Two Crazy People ❤💋
As you know,all my posts are done from my phone #samsunggalaxynote4 and most of them,like 98% are done on the road, on my way home from work. My brain is too fuzzy to function so early in the morning, I’m talking about 4:30. And due to going through a typing block,much like writers blog, I have decided to compose my posts in advance. Like sometimes 2 weeks in advance. I don’t post everyday but I like knowing that I willl always have something to say. Also, I only try to publish my posts when I am at home because, duh! FREE WI-FI:)
At this point in time this is what I have going on. These are my drafts for the new & improved SUPERbusyMOM 2.0
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Good Day My Lovelies 😙 I hope you’re well and slowly easing into the Easter-ness that will be happening soon. This post is something that doesn’t so much as bother me but it is something that is always in the back of my mind; creeping up at the most random of times.
Dating. Me. Single. Mother. Dating. Waiting. When.
I am lonely. I crave that compassion. That feeling of having someone. Having this emptiness in my heart, in my gut; be filled by something, someone. Not just any old Samuel or whatever. A someone. To know. To hold. Now, some might say that I am naive, desperate and foolish. I am not. I am not throwing myself at any guy that comes around. Well that’s because no guy is coming around. Not even one.
No one. Do you get that? Not a single male human being. Not one. Not only is that seriously sucky but it makes me question the powers that be. Why not me? All my single mothering friends are with someone,and here I am. Single. As. Fuck. Single. As. Fuck. Seriously. I am not,as they say, “actively” looking but it would be nice to be noticed. Something. To be acknowledged. Like a “hey girl. how you doing?” Eits. Beter as niks.
I have,not “actively”, decided that I will no longer look. No longer seek. I will just live. Just let things do whatever it’s suppose to do. I will just be here.
Internally, deep down, 5 years from now Athena has already made peace with the fact that she will have another child by the time she is 30 and that, just like the first time, she’ll be alone. Raising her child on her own.
Zineah drank toilet water the other day. Let that sink in. Seriously. Read that first sentence again. Read it more than once if you need to. Let it sink all the way in. Like all the fuckin way. Now take the way you feel and imagine how I felt? Disgusted, yes? But I let her drink it. Yes I did. She literally ran into the bathroom with her cup that contained damn good CLEAN, from the fuckin tap kinda water and what does she do? FILLS the cup with vuil, kak en piss water. Was I upset? No. What I did I do? I let her drink it. All of it. The whole cup. Am I a bad mother? No. Am I a perfect mother? Hells to the fuckin no! So,you’re probably wondering why I let my child drink that toilet water? Well,because it’s a learning experience for her. I let her climb on shit and run and be naked. I do not let her get dirty. I am at the ready with a fuckin bag of wet wipes. All the time. 24/7. I let her do it because she needs to learn. I need to learn. She will fall, drink from random outlets and she will get dirty. I can’t keep her my pretty baby forever. It’s toilet water. She picked up a old entjie bud the other day. I hit it out of her hand. Toilet water. She is ok. Still, toilet water. Like seriously? She knows how to open the tap and then toilet water. She’s playing. Experimenting. I don’t mind. I love her. All of her. She is my little explorer. My beautiful baby girl that drinks toilet water. My beautiful baby girl. Mine. A gift. My toilet water drinker.
I dont care who I lose. I’m talking about friends. I have, just recently decided that I will be leading a no nonsense life. No more sugar coating for me. Just straight, polite,laced with truth telling. From now on. In a polite way coz I am still a nice person. Now,this was my first attempt so shoot me if I was a bit vague, but I guess vagueness is what I will also be doing from now *i dont know*
I just can’t have my life filled with so much aarrgghh. Don’t like what I say, then please just move the fuck along. Like I’ll even open the door for you.
Goodbye Babies *;)*
If anyone knows me, or better yet has me as a virtual Facebook friend then you’ll know that I am a tagger and a link sharer. I am on Facebook on two occasions. At work, like the whole damn day and then at home for like an hour a day. Mostly at night. I share links at home so that when I go to work I have an opportunity to go through them. I share things that interest me, things that pique my interest. At work I just open up the link and save as Bookmark, I probably have over 400 Bookmarks saved 😯:?
Sometimes I get flak for what I share and I know that a few people get annoyed that I am CONSTANTLY sharing recipes #nowonderimsofat and I am an avid Buzzfeed sharer. I love their Facebook page and I adore their videos. The latest? Americans try South African food for the first time. Hilarious!, and yes I shared and even tagged a few family members. On a whole other note, I am trying to figure out how to add video and voice to my posts. Or something like that. All this typing and reading (for you) is getting kinda lame.
Oh, this is how I do it………:?
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Ladies & Gents,if you are my Facebook friend, then you would’ve already seen my post but for those who aren’t part of the Facebook fan club #hahahaha #soconceited #gottaremainhumble, then PLEASE meet my new friend, Mr.Spider
Uhmm, we have not been friends for long but we have been acquaintances for awhile. I was quite apprehensive about befriending a spider; I mean I have watched quite a few SpiderMan movies and I mean Peter Parker didn’t even befriend the damn thing and then BOOM! There aren’t many things I know about Mr.S (that’s what I call him coz we just so tight), but I do know a few key components like
– He doesn’t like the flash on my phone
– He does not approve of being photographed,especially with the flash on
– He is of brown colouration*consult me on how to say that word. Also, I’m sure it’s not spelt like that
– He scurries. Now,mind you. Scurrying,in it’s own right is damn hard so probs so Mr.S👍
– He likes to stop inbetween scurries to tentatively rub his “whiskers” (no idea what it’s called so it shall be whiskers from now on) together,like a “oohh i’m thinking about something important”, or most probably ” i’m going to jump the fuck at my bestie *me* coz she just wont stop recording me”
– He always has somewhere to go. Never stays long. & we hardly share stories; like good friends should
– He just drops by. Like literally. Fokol warning. No opportunity for me to even prep myself. I’ll just look up and there he is. Like in my face. Sometimes right next to me. So close it feels as if we should be one. Like more than just friends;):mrgreen:
That’s all I know. His other family members normally come around. Also unannounced. I think its just like their culture. To just be kak voorbarig. I don’t mind though. Visitors that actually care and are good clean company👍 Maybe Mr.S will make me Mrs.S aka Spiderwoman #dreams #weddingoftheyear
What more could a girl ask for?!
…….falling right into my lap.
Oohh I get so peeved off! Ladies & Gents, please explain to me – if you’ve been put off work because you’re sick, would there be certain things you’d have to do? Like especially if you have a family. I mean,simple shit like cleaning, walking to the corner shop or even making supper. You are sick! Not fuckin paralysed,and last I checked – clean air is good for u. Aarrgghh. If you know me then you’ll know that not alot of things in life pisses me off. I could seriously count on my hand what can make me go from normal happy Athena to completely taatie fuming bat shit crazy Athena……seriously😠