stuff i battle to say

i know, it must seem weird for someone so eagerly verbose to battle to stay stuff but, hey, it’s true…

bear in mind, please, that it’s 23:28, i’ve worked every night this week and i’m not only tired but think the fish have even fallen asleep from boredom, from watching me monitor tanning here. Anyway, here goes:

1. I battle to say no. especially when it means i can help, and even more so if i love you. if i love you, i think you know who you are.

2. That doesnt mean you should feel guilty for asking. i am capable of saying no, and i won’t ever say yes when it means sacrificing something of myself. i have done that for far too long in my life. and when you turn down my offer, i won’t be offended but, i will keep one in credit for you anyway. the offer stands.

3. so, yes, i’ll hang your washing, hold your hand and make you tea, but, no, i won’t do it when i’m in the middle of bathing my kid. i’ll let you know if it’s an issue.

4. on that note, i am learning to say no when i feel taken advantage of. and no, youre not one of those people.

5. when i look around me, im still awed. not even in my wildest imagination did i think i would end up with this much love, such brilliantly funny, understanding and superb people in my life. so, excuse me if i get starstruck on your asses. it’s the way i am.

6. yes, i get scared. out of my mind. i just battle to show it. fear is not something i do well.

7. i’m scared of more things than you know, but i’ll be arsed if i’ll show it to that of which i am fearful. call it stubbornness, or whatever.

8. i have a secret hanging for robbie williams. it has nothing on my secret hanging for mark owen though. wahhah. just thought i’d throw a funny one in for good measure.

9. the concept of you not existing in my life, is anathema to me. pure,  unadulterated, grimacing-against-my-own-body, anathema. don’t ever leave. heh. that sounds demanding.

10.  this afternoon, when you asked what was on my mind, the truth is…you.

11. there is nothing in the world i would not do for you. scrap that, the universe. and i would do it with joy.

12. i miss you on the strangest days. days when you really should be here, and random days where i look in the mirror at my frown lines (when the hell did those arrive!!??!!) and think “wish i could bitch to you about this”.

13. when you wake up, still rough-eyed and hopping around, you remind me of the greatest thing in life – possibility.

14. you’re cleverer than you know, or will admit to. there’s nothing wrong with modesty, especially when you level it under a veil of cockiness that belies great strength.

15. you’re not mad, you’re human. and truly human means being affected, and emotional. reactive, and easily hurt. Our skins are not born thick. stop apologising for your epidermis and be proud that you’re not afraid of showing it.

16. when i look across at you, and you’re telling me something, i hear my own childhood voice played back at me. it makes my mama love surge up and want to keep you from the world. it also makes me so proud to see you, so strong, and so brave. and so very loving every second of your precious life.

17. i may not have done everything right in my life, but holy hell, i know there are at least two things i have. both of them happened without my intentions at the beginning of the day being set. heaven knows how immensely grateful i am that a little destiny shone it’s glo-worm at me on those two days.

18. i’ve started spring cleaning my house. i knew this was coming. i’ve felt it for three weeks now. call it winter renewals, or hibernation habits, but the aptly named ‘junemo’ time of this year, holds more hard work, but also more hope, than i have ever imagined.

19. you say things i’m thinking at the exact time i’m thinking them, more often than you know. sometimes i worry i have elucidated my thoughts verbally and not heard myself.

20. when you said i didn’t know you anymore, the truth is…it scares you how much you don’t know me anymore. a doomat is something you wipe your feet on, and i shrugged off that liferug a while ago.

21. great things come from little conversations. keep inspiring me, universe.

22. wherever i am, i always want you with me. that sounds selfish and impossible and…i don’t care.

23. even though you’re now a million miles away and probably not thinking about it at all, i’m reminiscing about that day you dragged me out of bed and made me watch the sunrise with you. just because it was beautiful.

24. i know we don’t speak much, but my respect for you and all that you do, grows daily.

25. in twenty days, i will enter the last year of my twenties. considering i first started writing (or what i term anything near decent writing, although a lot of it was so trite and utter crap) at thirteen, i will have been pounding keyboards and chewing pencils trying to find the right words for sixteen years.

26. dudes, at sixteen i already knew this was what i wanted to do with my life. and yes, i mean all of it.

27. i should have answered that question today with the word: “tomorrow”.

28. when you reflect back to me what i have told you, like today when you said “yes mom, i know you miss him but, you’ll see him soon and even when someone is not with you, the love doesn’t change”, it reminds me of how much i love you, how precious you are, and how blessed i am that you chose me to raise you. when you do things like that, i finally feel like i may just be doing an okay job.

29. the day you said i would never finish anything, was the day i resolved to always do so. that included you. in fact, you were first. hah.

30. perhaps it’s less about being strong, and more about being brave enough to say you’re not.

(Glugster - you know why i'm grinning at you whilst i end this post)

the senses twelve

1. Watch: this

2. Feel: this

3. Think: positive thoughts and try not to dwell on things that I have no control over. I’ve never been able to control that shit anyway, or even been allowed an opinion. So I click my heels together three times, and think Dorothy-like thoughts. I have much better things to focus on, like:

4. Smile: at you from across the sea.

5. Smell: this that I am having for breakfast.

6. Touch: These keys through which the words transmogrify. Why is my f key sticky?

7. Doodle: new tattoo ideas.

8. Sing: this

9. Send blessings to: those people who have left us and their gorgeous children.

10. Step: out into the rain and do not fear getting my feet wet anymore.

11. Muse: upon letting go, letting in, my greatest friend understanding a three word text message and knowing that she gets it even though she’s far away.

12. Laugh: with my utterly gorgeous daughter over a funny story about a bunny rabbit.

My life. It’s sad and it’s happy and it’s grand and it’s simple and I love every moment of it.

So I shan’t apologise, ever, for my exuberance or my joy, or my frown or my worry.

It’s what I do, and it’s what keeps me going. Whether you like it or not, is not of consequence to me.

I’m lucky. I’m blessed. I am, very simply, still smiling.

And, I always remember, we’re here to dance. So, I’ll be dancing. =)

friday

1. eat: a minneola. awesome.

2. listen: random office noise.

3. ssih (song stuck in head): nine million bicycles – katie melua. whhhhhhy? oh wait, i know why. WILL! let’s just put them here just for shit and giggles

There are nine million bicycles in Beijing 
That’s a fact, 
It’s a thing we can’t deny 
Like the fact that I will love you till I die. 

We are twelve billion light years from the edge, 
That’s a guess, 
No-one can ever say it’s true 
But I know that I will always be with you. 

I’m warmed by the fire of your love everyday 
So don’t call me a liar, 
Just believe everything that I say 

There are six BILLION people in the world 
More or less 
and it makes me feel quite small 
But you’re the one I love the most of all 

We’re high on the wire 
With the world in our sight 
And I’ll never tire, 
Of the love that you give me every night 

There are nine million bicycles in Beijing 
That’s a Fact, 
it’s a thing we can’t deny 
Like the fact that I will love you till I die 

And there are nine million bicycles in Beijing 
And you know that I will love you till I die

/end soppy silly goodforkaraoke song/

4. waiting: on stuff to look at and for this here avast to install on this here lenovo. why? who knows. 

5. thinking: ah cam cuddles. i love you too, macaroni munchkin.

6. pondering: if i should leave the next number out, just to annoy the glugster.

8. deciding: to do just that. haha. =)

9. feeling: cold. man i’m freezing my kahuna off.

10. actually listening to: Stand – R.E.M.

11…and i’m spent..

 

Happy weekend everybody.

let’s be frank

I’m going to be frank, here. Don’t worry, you can still be you and I’ll just be FrankCath for a bit. Here’s a few Frank Facts for the Fucking Day. Wah.

Please note. These may offensive to sensitive viewers. This means, if you’ve ever been offended by me before, stop reading now. The language may be well-spelt but, you may find it rude. Please note, I am holding up a “I actually don’t give a flying fuck about your sensitivities but am putting in this disclaimer because otherwise someone anonymous will whine via a comment or oh shit, phone someone who knows me and whine to them and i really don’t want to have to calm down people i care about again about things i did not say” sign whilst typing this.

K? Have the fucktards all gone? Great.Super. Let’s begin.

Ten Frank Facts for a Fucking Day

1. I FUCKING hate being FUCKED around. Say one thing, do another. Drives me dilly. If you can’t keep to what you committed to, then don’t fucking commit to it. Do not, under any fucking circumstances, fuck people around. Yes, sure, circumstances change. But, when you knew about the circumstances and still fucking committed to something, well now you.are.just.being.a.fucktard.

2. I happen to actually know how to do stuff. I am quite, relatively, well-endowed in the brain matter department. If I need assistance, I am not afraid to ask. But, trust me, fucktard, I ain’t fucking asking you.

3. Assumption is still the mother of all fuckups. Life principle 1. Should be drummed into you from day one at playschool. Alas, it’s yet to make it into the curriculum and clearly, the Universe thinks I am good at teaching this principle. Okay, so everyone say it with me – Assumption.Is.The.Mother.Of.All.Fuck.Ups. Holy fuckballs, do you need flashcards??!??

4. Has anyone else noticed that the manufacturers of staples are actually giving us shit staples now to work with? Shit you not. I’ve tried three brands, and four different staplers this morning and all of them are.pure.shit. Notkay just wet herself laughing at this point.

5. Have you actually met yourself? Have you? because, dude, despite the ideal you hold in your head of being an all-knowing, omnipotent, special human being… In reality, you come across as more of a know-nothing, impotent, special sack of pooh. I’m certain your mother loved you, but it’s not compulsory for me to do so. Please cease and desist from labouring under the illusion that I actually give a fuck about the minutiae of your life.  You have clearly mistaken me for someone who, frankly, gives a fuck.

6. Gmail. Gaymail. Gaymail has a failwhale. seriously. Gmail. Sort.your.crap.out. Thanks for your kind attention in this regard.

7. You reckon. You kid me not. Congratulations. You have just stated the obvious. I am the queen of that, according to reliable sources so, how about you shut up and drink that mug of shut.the.fuck.up.and.learn.how.to.speak.without.spluttering. Thanks.

8. Some people have no clue. No, really, I mean this. No clue. They make up acronyms, that just slay me.  Now, you need to know, I make up acronyms for everything in life. it’s a thing, okay? ask anyone who knows me (no, not you, but the people who actually.do.know.me.and.have.a.right.to.an.opinion – yes, list is much smaller hey? chippers!) – i make up acronyms for anything. A lot of the time, they get us through a bad patch. Anyhoot, I found an organisation today whose acronym made up the word “WANG”. I shit you not. WANG. And there, they had it, on their letterhead. W.A.N.G.  Sometimes I wonder if people realise how dumb they are.

9. I miss the ease of a few people in life. I won’t name them. But I know that today I miss them. I guess it’s all perspective, true, but I’d like to have them back, just for one day. I know they won’t be though, and it is okay but, hey, let’s be frank, sometimes it’s hard.

10. Heh. Looky. I spent a little time today and I found something that just kicked my funny sarcastic bone. I never thought I’d find your blog tho.  You’ve still not learnt how to spell. Will you ever? Who the fuck cares. Heh. Oh, and you’re still lying, you idiot.

Okay, folks. That’s my rant over with. In other news, all is well.

That be all.

Why I love-hate my job

1. It allows me the flexibility to be a mom first, person second, worker third. That’s the most important thing in the world to me.

2. It allows me the opportunity to be personal, to hear someone’s story and lets me care. When your name is Cath, you need to care. It’s an instinctual thing. It lets me connect to people in a way that still enables me to disconnect when that person does not need me anymore.

3. It allows me the opportunity to not be personal. To play with ideas and technologies and geek out when I want to or need to.

4. It pays the bills. Kind of. Enough on that score.

5. It’s high-pressured, most of the time. It means working a lot of hours, sometimes at 2am.

6. I work with some of the most incredible people on the planet. I have been lucky to know some phenomenal characters.

7. On that score, I’ve also been privileged enough to be exposed to some of the world’s finest arseholes. It makes for good training for life, when you can spot an arsehole within a five-mile radius.

8. Much of what I do requires extreme attention to the finest details. I’m all about the fine print. Being anal retentive about detail has it’s benefits. I was not always that way but, always wanted to be. Nowadays I get commended for paying attention.

9. Some days, however, I don’t really want to.

10. I do not have regulated smoke breaks. Trust me on this one, some people do. And that just sucks.

11. The tea is good, the coffee every morning is made for me before I get here, and there is often cake.

12. Coming to work in your pyjamas is not frowned upon. In fact, it’s expected. As long as you’re getting the job done, we’re not going to worry about how you look. This is very important when you’re me, who battles to co-ordinate her two feet, never mind her clothes, every morning. I’m getting better at this though, and have managed to only appear at work with my clothes inside-out twice this year, thus far. That’s a record for me.

13. I may not be the cleverest person on the planet, but I know what I do and know how to do it well. What I am clever in, is what I do.

14. Most of the time, I get to make my own rules. That’s, however, sometimes harder than you’d think.

15. At other times, I have to abide by ones prescribed to me. At those times, it’s still okay for me to work with my middle finger extended towards bureaucracy at all times.

Hells, it’s been six years this week. That has to count for something, right?

I’m Just Saying.

So, that rant… it ain’t over, folks. Part 2 of a rant that’s been building up within me for a while and this sunny afternoon, i let the vitriol roll…

1. You remember the years and eons we spent drawing up deadlines and colour coordinating them and getting them ratified and having them rubberstamped, licked by seals or whatever the fuck it is we needed to do? Yeah? You see the trashcan? That’s you putting them in there. Not me. So, quit whining and help out. Thanks thanks.

2. To the cashier at the Spar this morning. Kak. Stories. Did you die, reincarnate and are now only equipped with one working digit and a molested braincell? Is swiping my Super M’s over the ray-ray thing and having it go bleep thaaat fucking hard? It is? Oh right. Cool. Well, whilst you’re really busy doing that, and I’m really busy trying not to smack you right into a coma for being a fucking numbnut, how ’bout you remember that eggs.are.fragile. Chipper? Got it? Kiff. ‘Cause I ain’t paying for those that you chucked down the chutey-chute thing to get them into a packet, yo. Oh, and yes, your Snoop Doggy Dog-esque haircut? Yeah, the one with the braids. Dude. Braids.Are.For.Girls. Get over yourself, yo.

3. Yeah. You singing loudly… It does irk me. Alot. Yes, sure, your mama once said you “had a voice of an angel”. Reality check, oke. Your mama is a deaf mute. Chippers!

4. You don’t like my swearing? Oh, I apologise. Dost my foul mouth make your flaking ears bleed? Oh, it’s unnecessary. I’ll show you unnecessary, oke. I’ll show you how unnecessary my middle finger is. ^!^

5. Pardon? Sorry? You want me to move out your way because you’re trying to walk past me? Okay, dude who clearly is blind. That must suck being blind, I’m sorry. Oh, you’re not? Great. Because, if you’re not, then you’ll be able to see, quite clearly, that I’m standing here, holding approximately 65 kilograms of baggage, a three-year old and my 7AM sanity, just intact. So, no, oke, I ain’t moving over. There’s a whole fucking planet of sidewalk if you just hit a little lefty there. See it? Great. Fuck off, then.

6. So, you went to KFC. Whilst you were there, you completely forgot who the fuck I am and what I believe in and you clearly forgot about the great big KFC CRUELTY poster on my office wall. Right, Right. Okay, so when you CAME BACK and walked into my office bearing me “a thank you present” of dead slaughtered hormone-filled rounder, you thought you were doing a super thing? Right. Thanks. Clearly, you need that billboard or maybe you just need to take your loudly-masticating head out of that there Family Feast Bucket.

7. Nort. Your obnoxiously loud concert does not make me want to “join in the jol”. It makes me want to smack your head in with a brick… But, hey, if smacking your head in with a brick IS your idea of a “jol” then, hecks, I’m keen. Keeping my child up way past her bedtime with your incessant uumtiss uumtiss tikka tikka breyani vleis choons did not make me smile. Eskom, please, if a power cut was ever a good idea, last night woulda been a super time.. I’m just saying.

Happy Friday everyone. And remember, don’t let the idiots get you down

doth i do protest too much but, here’s a list anyway.

Lucky you, i dedicated a song to each of you!

1. Yes, I do actually have a right to draw lines and expect you, insist on you, keeping to them. I wasn’t created for your convenience. Just because I’m helpful, does not mean you can use me at will. Duality – Slipknot

2. If I am looking busy, it means i am busy. I suck at pretending. Not All Me – Alanis Morissette

3. Sunshine is so good for my soul. I wish I was in it right now. Friday, I’m In love – The Cure

4. Everybody look over at the girl wearing just what she likes. Yes. I even get respected in these shoes. it’s because, fuck the l’oreal, I’m worth it. I can prove it too, but i honestly can’t be bothered for your types. Grace – U2

5. Empire Records rocks my world. Until I hear it from you – Gin Blossoms

6. I am unaffected by your whining. With my headphones on, I am a focussed and calm zen master princess. So sorry, (not really), all I can see is your mouth moving, it makes no difference to me. I’m just going to smile and nod, k? K, Cool. Halo – Texas

7. I’ll be here and waiting and open to your venting when you need me to. Be strong, don’t let it get you in the gut. As long as we have our drive, we’ll be okay. Keep steering and I’ll keep pushing forward. I’ll Stand By You – The Pretenders

8. Holy crap! Tomorrow’s the 20th! Must. Have. Now. Crap. I have to wait for it. Sigh. You can do your own song, lady.

9. I can’t cope with the footage I watched this morning here. What’s Going On – Marvin Gaye

10. It’s such a lovely day…you are one in a million. scrap that. a kabillion. Head over Feet – Alanis Morissette

That will be all for today

p.s. COWS!

Army of Me

In alphabetical order, with current location.

(idea stolen from Sheena).

Alison – sister in law. Mom to my nieces, NBJ and KJJ. Now at home.

Allan – the first person brave enough to live with me. Now in New Zealand. (can you blame him? hah)

Angela – Wife of Scott. Also, especially good in understanding silences. Now at home.

Bee – Belinda N. Mutual admiration society of note. We have similar tastes in fuckwittage, and awfully similar lives. Now in Cape Town.

Beeeanca. Particularly good car boot partner in crime. Now at home.

C@th – read to understand. I can’t offer you anything more than my incoherence. Now at home.

C@m – daughter and resident Pikachu. The sole reason I breathe. Now playing.

Craig – Husband of K8. Particularly awesome, and makes best breakfasts of all time. Now in Australia.

Cwaig – aka Craig. La’s husband. Excellent in emergencies. Gives the best squeezage on the planet. Also known as the Bear. Now in the UK and now just down the road at home, in a stalked flat, playing ps3.

Dadadadad – my dutch uncle Dad. Prone to thinking too much and asking ‘is the kettle broken?’. It’s genetic. Miss him. Now in Heaven playing chess and giving them all sorts of hell.

Daine – second brother in the Galaxian family troop. two months apart in age, to the day. spent most of our lives thus far picking on each other. an excellent adversary, and moreover, a good friend. Now at home.

DaveBhora – Dave, from BHoRA. I call him David. Someone else calls him Buddy. He’s good with red italics. Now at home and watching something or jamming guit, whilst planning his wedding.

Dazza – Darryl. Forum mate. Awesome friend. Now at home.

Donna – Girlf of Forum mate Dazza. Supremely there for me. Now at home.

E – You know them, but I ain’t ever pointing them out. Now I have no idea where she is.

Galaxian – aka Matthew. Boy next door, Babydaddy, lifelong partner in crime. From foetus to frolic to forever. Does best phone ever. Now at home.

Garry – aka Will. The Will of my Will and Grace. Not allowed to ever leave the country. Now down the road.

Hazel – aka Miss Booth. Varsity mate. Huge admiration for her. I have a tendency to kick her ass, and she has a tendency to kick mine. Now at home, soon to be sailing.

J&R – first serious employers. My other parents. Now just around the corner.

J.M. – dear friend, taken too soon. Not good with bullshit, generally could not stand it. Now in heaven (I hope), and laughing his ass off at me.

Jewel – aka Julia. Awesome. “I don’t consider you people, I consider you my person”. Now just down the road from me.

Jo – high school bestie. Utterly wonderful. Prone to good ventage. Not one to piss off. I would hate to meet her in a dark alley. Now in the UK.

K8 – Bestie. Has ability to understand and accept the incoherence. Now in Australia.

Karen – preschool Bestie who found me by facebook. I wished you’d been there every day of my life. Now in Nelspruit.

KB – youngest brother of Galaxian. Cancerian compadre. Horribly intelligent. Prone to writing me the most awesome notes. Most of the time I think we grew up together and not eight years apart. Now at home.

Kevin – I just appeared on his MSN one day, and we thank one person for that. We’re so happy about it. Boats be damned. Now at home, and at work. And almost always online.

Kirsty – my protégé. Now outstripping me in every way. So proud of. Sister to Scott. Now living, loving and working near me.

La – aka 99%er. Bestie. My very own twin. I feel like you have lived my life with you, and yet you weren’t even in it. Now in the UK and now back home again, madly looking for the superjob.

Lev – mad hair. Mad person. His honesty keeps me going some days. Mad is good. Now in JHB.

L-L – Lara-Lee. Varsity mate. Huge admiration for her. Daily. Now at home.

Megsie – Bestie. Good in toilet stalls. Now at home or at the theatre.

Michael – Adopted younger brother. Loved to death. Now at home.

Mr K – aka Ruedi. Good times, good times. “Oh my god, you’re in the same room and not killing each other!” Prone to saying, and being, ‘oh, here comes trouble’. Now at home.

N1g – aka Brett. Fellow g33kaz01d. Now in front of PC with no pants on.

NicB – grew up together. Good with listening. Pulls tongue at me often. Now in the UK.

Nik – aka Nikola. Bestie. My very own voice of reason and support. Now in the UK.

Oliver – third brother in the Galaxian troop. Cameron’s favourite uncle. Also horribly intelligent. Now at home, with headphones on.

Onyxgurl – aka Candice. Someone I wish I was more like. Once thought I spotted her on the night the shit came down. Just knowing she was alive kept me okay that night. Now in JHB.

Richard – Brother. Fiercely loyal. Dad to NBJ and the coming-soon KJJ. Now at home.

Rossgrant – aka Ross. also known as Rossfrommea. Prone to depantsing when excited. Hugely admired. Loves my carpet. Now at home, g33king out.

Rox – Bestie. Unafraid of facing hell with me. Now living around the corner from me and now actually in the UK.

S – aka Steve. The person directly responsible for a lot of the exciting parts of my life, even when he’s not around. a regular 2-ammer. Now in JHB.

Sam – sister. Full of life. Not scared of much. Now in the UK.

Scott – grew up across the road from each other. I am not directly responsible for anything that ever happened at his house. Haha. Especially good in understanding silences. Now living and working near me.

Seh – high school bestie. Utterly wonderful. Good for staying out all night with, or staying in all day with. Now at home, with Calla.

Shakti – aka Miss Power. Changed my life. Reminded me not to lose myself or drop the ball on the dream. Somehow she learnt the same thing. Now at home

SheBee – my other twin. Inspirational. Unafraid. Also prone to excitable typing moments. Now in JHB.

Silenthero – aka Nick. Ultimate challenger. Fights with me a lot. And it is that, that is good. Now in the UK.

Stu – faraway brother. Only he’d get that. Crazy. Now in the UK.

SuperAnen – aka Anne. Bestie. My very own life icon. Now at home and loving the kitties.

SuperM – aka Matt. We don’t do definitions. Mutual admiration society of large. Now wherever he wants to be. Does good hairstroke. Am keeping him. And he’s keeping me.

Tabitha – animal familiar kitty. Left us on Christmas Eve 2007. Now in Heaven sitting on my dad’s lap.

Tam – ex flatmate. Immortal. No really, trust me, the surname carries the immortality. Excellent with pie. Not great about toilet paper. Now in the UK.

Tash – Girlf of Yash. Good for leaning on. Now in Cape Town.

Tertia – SuperMom. The person who got me going on blogging, properly. Now in Cape Town.

The UM – My mom. Has my back every day. Now at home with the kitties.

Waz – Boyf of Will. Creator of the Jolly Jenkin. To be awarded Nobel prize for this. A good depantser. Now living just down the road.

Yash – Ultimate chef and Viagra salesperson (jokes). Now in Copenhagen and getting married!

Happy Nikola Day

Happy Nikola Day

In the spirit of Nikola day…

I’m throwing this here virtual party because you’re too darned far away for me to reach over and squeeze randomly. So, here it is…

C@: pours. hands out nuts. compares shoes. makes jokes about tanklike fat people. puts on dj dj by the transplants and sings HAPPY BIRTHDAY NIKOLA
Anen: Woohoo! *catherine finds out where lovely shoes may be purchased from. Anen swoops in with her ‘bonus’ (Oooh for me!?!) and buys them each a pair. Everybody gazes upon there (hicsic) fabulousness and swoons*
C@: Ah. swoonage. Mixes. Purchases. Invades jukebox and demands detfones (hicsic). Commands everyone to show their panties! SIIIINGS
Anen: Nutter.
C@: Superhero.

..To be continued when nikola missy happy birthday gorgeous pants and even more gorgeous shoes awakens…