Hello
This weekend was nice. How was yours?
I am not feeling capable of being positive today, or even writing.
Friday we went to Mugg and Bean to catch up with an old friend. It was really lovely, and the food was divine (Chilli Chicken Cheese Burger – yum)
On Saturday it was my little sister’s birthday braai – I felt a hundred years old compared to the 16/17 year olds that infested our home.
Diet
It was horrible. I ate, and ate, and ate. I couldn’t stop. And I couldn’t even eat healthy. Nope. Cake and sweets and carbs and everything. I am sick of food right now. Not eating much today. The exercise went well. I did bike on Friday and Sunday, but as they say, you can’t outrun a bad diet.
Book Challenge
Is going well, but went AWOL with the power cuts last week. I managed to finish a book and start on a new one, but everything just went slower. I am contemplating reading the Divergent series, just to see what it is about. Any comments?
Things that annoy me right now:
The Universe
If there is a slightest possibility of a meteor shower, I swear it would head straight to me. Everything is out to injure or annoy me. Stubbed toes, traffic, electricity, food, and more specifically, water bottles making my entire gym bag, and the clothes in it, wet. What did I do to deserve this? No idea.
The CRAPBERRY
I hate this phone. So much. it is going dead every five minutes since Friday. HATE HATE HATE. I can’t wait for a new phone. I will reverse over it, just to make sure it knows how I feel. I might even take a video.
Girls, and the attention they give to men.
I, like many straight females, enjoy a good flirt with an attractive man. HOWEVER, it isn’t justifiable to flirt with a man with a GIGANTIC ego, increase his ego, dumb yourself down, and then pretend you are a self-respecting female. Also – this social network love-struck people – grow up. No one wants to see on BBM/Twitter/Facebook how much you love your boyfriend. Call him, tell him. Easy as that – and then you might still have friends on all the sites you so religiously plague.
Life of this city girl 