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and it begins…

It’s quite surreal how one just slips into domesticity and all-round wifey-ness. It feels like I’ve been here all my life.

I’m still in that eager-to-please mode, bombarding The Other with msn missives; “Was your breakfast still warm? Were the eggs fine? Was lunch ok or did I overdo the tomato sauce? Are the leftovers from your mum fine for supper? etc etc etc”.

No worries, that kak will soon end;)

I thought getting married meant suddenly acquiring an adult-mindset. I’m still playing house, and it is great fun.

just hours from forever

just hours from forever

At 6pm today, my world changes its orbit.
And I’m ready for it.


A grand prize of a bottle of fennel sweets wrapped in not-so-ghagha goldish organza will be dispatched to the first person to spot 5g33k’s initial in the henna pattern.

I would like, if I may, to take you on a strange journey.

I would like, if I may, to take you on a strange journey.


5g33k did not pick me up on Saturday night wearing fishnet stockings.

This meant we would be of the more staid bunch at the theatre that evening.
However, the row behind us consisted mostly of Dr Frank-n-Furter tributes, each wielding a water pistol and legs from here to Transsexual Transylvania.

As per fan script, the Rocky-Horror-Showlings mad-libbed lines at the stage.
Frank (played by Brendan van Rhyn who pulled off a black corset and porngroove heels rather effectively) said, “So come up to the lab and see what’s on the slab. I see you shiver with antici…”
“Pation!” was thrown from the fourth row.
Frank didn’t miss a mascara-lashed blink, “Wait fucker. Pation.”

The show had started and we were time-warped.

Saving conversation:

Magenta: I ask for nothing!
Frank: And you shall receive it, IN ABUNDANCE!

Frank: Do you think I made a mistake splitting his brain between the two of them?

Frank: One from the vaults… Don’t be upset. It was a mercy killing. He had a certain naive charm, but no muscle.

The Criminologist: And crawling, on the planet’s face, some insects, called the human race. Lost in time, and lost in space… and meaning.

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