Swhore

It’s literally just ” Stationery Whore”
I’m all for nick nacks and anything pretty & I do love me some stationery
There are alot of great shops in SA with lots of great stationery but I hate shopping, especially with a 3 year old in tow
On the other hand, any opportunity to shop online is a FANTASTIC opportunity👍👍👌👌
I frequent ALOT of online stores but the one who is a bit more versatile, albeit more expensive is #drumrollplease …….
SUPERBALIST
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Literally, the best. Seriously. It’s enough to feed any whore’s addiction
👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇

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Seriously. Need to buy me a birthday prezzie? The awesomeness that is SUPERBALIST will do.

In this dream

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It’s been 2 nights now. The same dream. The same feeling. The same happenings.
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I have a boyfriend. He has a 2 month old daughter. I have all intention of telling him about mine but never do. Zineah & I go home and end up having to hide because someone is there is hurt us. I hurt them. Zineah hurts them. Said boyfriend and I have sex. Mindblowing. All consuming. Lustful. I love him. He gets jealous. He doesn’t know that I love him. He doesn’t know the words etched onto my heart. I would travel the world to spend even a minute with him. In this dream.
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In this dream, I am happy. I am happy. In this dream. It’s the kind of love I want. The kind of love we both deserve. But it’s only just a dream.

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short & sweet

I’ve decided to take a social media hiatus, for the weekend and probably a bit longer thereafter.

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I am typing this from my bed. I’ve been up since 4am. On Facebook, Ista & We ♡ it. So, instead of getting up & exercising or prepping for work. I’ve been in bed.

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Instead of getting up and prepping or cleaning what I am too tired to clean in the evenings, I lay in bed. On social media, scrolling, sharing & liking. I allow my arm to go numb from holding the same position for over 30 minutes. I shift bodily positions in bed but I do not het up.

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The only time I am not glued to my phone is when I am at work but I sure do make up for it when I am at home. Over stimulated on social media. This, of course, will not help with the blog. I’ll be working on a few new posts and will probably have to google etc any pics I wish to add.

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My biggest pitfall is Facebook. It’s like a drug. Nothing new has happened but the notifications on my phone are more than enough to allow total curiosity.

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This weekend,I plan to put my phone away. To spend a 110% time with my child and sorta kinda prep for my very 1st driving lesson. If I could I would switch my phone off and just leave it in a dark corner.

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Thing is, I have a business to run so I kinda do need to be available, but just for today, I will try to finish what I need to within the set time I’ve given myself.

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So, as of 8am today, I will no longer be available. I will do what I need to do and say what I need to say before 8am. For now, I’ve got to get out of bed & get dressed.

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As of 8am, 10 Juky 2015, I will no longer be available on the following social media sites
• Insta
• Facebook
• Twitter
• WhatsApp
If you need me, call me

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What you’re missing

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👈👈👈👈 You see this? This thing here, on the left, with that ever so annoying blue sign? You see it,right? Well, that’s the thing I’ve been bombarding you about. OPPORTUNITY. When have you ever said NO to opportunity? Where would you be today if you said no? I get it, it’s 2015 & we’re all busy & who has the time right? Well, like an important job interview (opportunity), you make the time!

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I am not asking for your money. I am not asking you to sacrifice something that is unimaginable. I am asking for something that is plausible. Time. Your time. 60 minutes. That’s all. It’s not alot. It’s only a few minutes of your life where you just sit your ass down and listen. Probably the easiest and most simple thing you’ll be asked to do this year. Sit. Listen.

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It does not require you to spend copious amounts of money. It’s all just a little bit of time. 60 minutes. Hell,I’ll even buy you a cuppa after. Seriously. I need 4 things. Simple things. Things you give away freely every single day!

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• Your attention
• Your time
• Your butt
• Your ears

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Interested or just plain bis? Holla at a sister & we’ll get talking 😉

♡ Skype ♡ zmountainz
♡ WhatsApp ♡ 079 861 9603
♡ BBM ♡ 7F48C449
♡ Email ♡ athena.japhta@gmail.com
♡ Facebook ♡ Athena Mechay Japhta
♡ Instagram ♡ Superbusymom143
♡ Twitter ♡ SUPERbusyMOM143
♡ or just leave a reply in the comments below 👇 and I’ll get back to you, like ASAP ♡

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Overcompensation

I find myself overcompensating. As a single mother. As Zineah’s mother. I don’t know, as a 2 parent household, you also overcompensate. I don’t ever want Zineah to feel unwanted, unloved. I always feel like as long as I can see her, I am present. Just about enough. She’s on the bed and I’m cleaning. It’s enough right? As long as I can see her and reach her within 10 seconds, then it’s enough right? Now,I am not ashamed to admit this but my child spoilt. Vriet net Woolies. She has about 15 ‘babies’ and a play room! Like some freakin queen!!! So I overcompensate. By only buying the best. By only giving her the best. My best. Hardly any spanking. Just a stern talking to. I always remind her that I’ll never leave. That I love her. That I will always protect her. Always. That she is important. Special. That one day she will be a someone. Clever. Pretty. At 3, I try and make her strong. Like,it’s ok to cry every now and again but not all the time. I want her to know that it’s ok to be vulnerable but you also have to be strong. She is independent. Super independent. Still cling AF but independent. I know she’ll grow up to be what I pray for and more. She always makes me proud and my heart pains with happiness when I see her experience something new. She is a joy. Moody AF but once she gets to know you. You’ll fall inlove so fast that your head will spin. She is my special. She is my reason. She is my why.

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This weeks OOTD

Nothing special. As usual.
Brown boots
Brown pantyhose
Orange dress (SO SHORT AT THE BACK, but thats due to my large ass)
My favourite military jacket – have it for years
A green necklace that I got from my bestie. First time I’ve ever worn it
I’d like to blame my vrot lookingness on lack of makeup but this was not the case. Guess I’m just a vrot looking individual. In actual fact #bragmoment, I am much more attractive in persons. I literally look like a smet kind from wherever smet kinders come from. #embarassed
Oh well,not much I can do about it now. The pictures out there. On the big bad web. Dont’t let my face spoil your day……havw a great day peeps!!!!!!
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Reality

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I am imperfect. Completely flawed. Down to every last hair on my body. Down to my motherhood. I am imperfect. Flawed. Unfixable. I have holes in all the wrong and right places. I am a challenge. I am no prize. I am damaged. Damaged goods. Damged. Inside & Outside. I am imperfect. Perfectly flawed. Below. Lower. Lowest. Imperfect. The shunned. Quasimodo. Hunched from imperfection. Unattainable. Every cell of my body rejected. Every vein pumping other than blood. Every follicle drying their tears. My soul bleeds. Imperfect blood. Eyes cry from flaw. Shunned to a hell darker than the crevices of my heart. A heart perfectly imperfect. A heart perfectly flawed. A heart no longer whole. Imperfect. Flawed. Unattainable perfection. The black sheep. The heartbreaker. The outcast. Shunned. The unwanted. An all too familar feeling. Corrector. Ashamed. Imperfect. Always wrong. Never right. Imperfect. I am imperfect. I am flawed. Right down to my core. I am imperfect. From my head to my toes. I am imperfect. I am not worthy. I am.