It was a new year: new resolutions, emotional stocktake. Wow, what a very annoying little ankle-biting Yorkshire terrier bitch 2010 was.
Looking back on the year from a heart-health point of view, so so so so much happened. Which was the very last thing on Earth I expected to be the case.
January 2010 felt like The Apocalypse. My Knight in Shining Armour turned out to be just another phoney in foil. The little magic carpet that I had…Continue
Added by Candy Paula May on August 30, 2011 at 18:00 — No Comments
Every single man, woman and teenager I know has had one of these. The flight of fancy you embark upon after meeting someone you know you could really really like. The Grip.
You crush on someone. If you’re anything like me, it’s hideous. If there was a video camera inside your head, your dreams, your libido, it’d put you to shame. If that video was leaked to YouTube, you wouldn’t be able to live a normal life. I’d have to change my name and get a face…Continue
Added by Candy Paula May on August 23, 2011 at 18:00 — No Comments
Everyone who knows me will tell you how I have always, always lied about my age. Instead of wearing baby pink lipstick and a push-up bra to seem younger, I have worn red lipstick, eyeliner and black-as-night nails to seem older.
This year, all that will change. Blowing out 30 candles on a crowded cupcake, it hit home that, well, I’ve…. “arrived”. I’m here, I’m adult, and, hot-darn, I’ve earned it.
Seeing as though this is a…Continue
And my friends wonder why I have a growing disdain and general malaise directed at the male species. Allow me to regale my most recent experience (read: trainwreck).
I find myself often shaking my fists at the heavens and muttering under my breath a vague little wish that someone would just at least step on the scene to cause some intellectual entertainment.
Clearly there’s a genie living upstairs with a wicked sense of humour (more like…Continue
Added by Candy Paula May on August 9, 2011 at 18:00 — No Comments
Aren’t we a tad too late in the game to still be subscribing to the ‘caste’ system?
Surely, would’ve been my standard response. Until something curious happened to me, right here, in democratic(-ish) Cape Town, full of enough shape, colour, size and sexual orientation than you can shake a stick at.
I know him, but he doesn’t know me. His name precedes him. He’s quite the man about the too-cool-for-school. He wears unpronounceable…Continue