Good Intentions

Pancho's: Tonight: 8pm. Time to drink. I'll fill you lot in later.

Divides

Who is wrong in this scenario? Me for ousting my best friend of 4 years because he has a fucking awful hound of a girlfriend, or him for choosing a hippo over good times? I think its him of course. My friends (barring my cousin) all have the absolutely worst taste in women. Rael's gf is a fat, depressing hooker and Brents is a stupid Bimbo from the nether regions of hell. Why am I so lucky to have the most wonderful girlfriend in the world? Can't they choose correctly? I have to cut them off. Starting with Brent. I am moving out of my wonderful flat into a yet to be found apartment with my Judi. and good times will prevail. Vuka update: Gypsy (brilliant Vuka tech) stuck a pen into my spark plug to fix it and it is working better then before.

Lessons

So todays lesson is: Don't spend R350 on a pickup truck to haul your broken Vuka home unless you really need him too. On Sunday, Easter fucking Sunday of all days, my Vuka stopped on the road. I was driving and then it was as if I couldn't give it power. It was only the spark plug that came loose, but I'm a non-mechanic and this was an extreme situation. I was supposed to go to Hayden my cousin for a braai, I was supposed to be home at 6:15pm awaiting a kiss from my sweet Judi. I was supposed to have a brand new Vuka. But I was shafted. It stalled as I approached the Baxter theatre. Very calmly, I sent a please call me to Judi and she phoned my roommate Brent (who is supposed to know about bikes) to assist me. The lesson I learned is that in this life, you can only depend on yourself. It was dark, there were all sorts of hippies and students walking around like the fucking undead and I was scared! I didn't want to leave my Vuka on the road! No way was that going to happen. Ross (Judi's roomate) very kindly picked me up and we attempted to put the Vuka in her back seat. That didnt work out. So we left it there, chained to a lamp post. Five hours later and after a hearty pizza meal, Me, Judi and some crane vulture extracted my Vuka from the road and dropped it off at her house. In the morning, I went to check it out and I noticed a tiny plug like device hanging off the bottom of the Vuka. All I did was plug it in and the fucker worked. End of story.

Sunday was better. Easter at Judi's family. It was mad. A whole family, full of Judi's. Which is great. They sure were a friendly bunch of folks. Loads of eggs, lots of booze and a sneaky joint (beforehand) ensured a good time. Now I'm at work. And its boring. Its a holiday today so I wont get any phone calls. At least my writing is finished for the day.

No time

I don't have time to put a letterhead on. All is well. Eating, Braai, Cousin, Tonight. The wind howls like a grizzly specter. It will be an interesting drive.

Fixin'

kay. ok. OKay. My Vuka is fixed. The spark plug connection system was faulty. It took all of 10 minutes to repair. Now my baby is a fucking speed machine. Lighting runs through its veins as it races down the highway. A super-charged grinding machine! I have a headache. 3 more hours of work.

Come Hungry

his is how you make a Steve happy. You (Quintessentially) give Steve R4000 extra so that he can purchase his brand new Vuka XS125. Yesterday, at 2:15pm I gave birth to it through the miracle of Gumtree. Sleek, black and 3 months old, it runs like a bat out of hell. Well, it chugs a bit but this is due to me re-adjusting to automatic gear control. It ran smoother on my way to work. I need a new Xbox game. All that is left in Oblivion is sight-seeing. But still! My very own Vuka! I had a smashing weekend as well. Tyger (Tyger) with my Judi. The music was shit but she is hawt so I enjoyed it non the less. Combine that with a super chill Sunday and you have a perfect weekend. A picture of the happy couple follows (note the drunk chick at the back. Lol:

Vuka

Fuck them. They did not finance my Scooter. Asswipes. Who needs them? Who needs anyone! I will have the money in 2 months times mark my motherfucking words.

Love

Hey, I love my life. Xbox, new girlfriend and a new Vuka on the way. Great stuff! Plus work is a doodle and it pays me well. Hows that?

Burns

The packet of two minute noodles I prepared for breakfast was rank. Or stank. The little foil packet of noodle spice was the best. Instead of the word of the flavour written on it (like beef or chicken or human) it just said "flavour". Thats when you know you are in for a treat. I can feel my stomach curdling already. To top it all, I burned my finger on the water as I drained it out.

What happened to all the Halo 3 hype? It was literally months and months of build up and now no-one mentions it anymore. The Xbox still continues to do poorly in Japan, so no amount of hype could save it from snub, Asian style. I don't play Halo 3 Multiplayer anymore either. I reached Captain or Corporal online and after that promotion, It become too much of a hassle for me to keep playing. Roll on GTA 4. Lets hope its a quiet day at the Quintessentially. I'm tired as hell.

Series 5

.....So Very French. Usually French= shit but in this case, anything Dunny associated is aces with me. Available at the V&A Waterfront as we speak for the paltry sum of R105 per Dunny. Goddamn I will buy a few.

Heat

Its unnecessarily hot today in Cape Town. Does it need to be this warm? 31 degrees and counting now. I finished Oblivion last week, ending 6 months of continuous on and off playing. My roommate (Brent) calls it a "queer game". Faeries, Elves, goblins and Castles. It has the allure of a pleasant homosexual adventure, yet its brutal dichotomy of right and wrong negates any "queer"allusions one might attach to it. Its an open ended game with no restrictions to the length of time needed to complete and I have the compulsive need to complete my games 100% or more. The first game I ever clocked fully would be Super Mario Bros. 3. I remember playing for a week without budging or twitching, with pride and determination forcing me onwards. Remember this game? I will never forget it. I have yet to play Mario's latest outing, Super Mario Galaxy and it is killing me. I need carefree Nintendo game play. I need simple, yet deep and gaming to swallow me whole and spit me out a better man. But Jesus h. titty-twisting Christ I will not purchase a Wii just to enjoy myself with that squat fuck Mario. And when the fuck did you ever see this guy fix a fucking toilet either?

Digress:

Judi came over last night. My job pays me a fair amount of money to work at night and my social life suffers because of this. We laffed and played for hours on end and now I am tired. We did not sleep until past 12 and my aged bones need their rest. Fuck, do I have to book a hotel now?