Ex sex is like getting drunk. It all seems to be a grand idea while you’re knocking back the shots of good times but the emotional hangover the next day makes one wonder if it wouldn’t have been better to curl up in bed alone with a cup of rooibos tea.
That's why there's a rule against ex sex.
Of the few pages that remain in my personal Rulebook of Love – among them ‘Thou Shalt Not Date Someone Who Wears Crocs’ and ‘Thou Shalt Not Date A Person Who Abuses You’ – there is the ‘Don’t ever, ever, ever, EVER give in to ex sex. Ever.’ Golden Rule rule.
It is a good rule and quite safe and is a rule I stand by and support 100%. I also tend to break it every so often. Read more...
apparently, the vodacom man tells me, they've corrected their sim swap fuckup at last and it should be working.
it better i said at him down the phone in my most very authoritive voice. or i'll...i'll...be very very angry and CALL YOU TOMORROW AGAIN.
you could almost hear the thunder clouds rumble in the distance.
anyhoo. gotta go again. deadlines. they just keep fuckin coming.