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The Date – 2
The words ‘serial rapist’ aren’t exactly what you’d expect to hear on a first date. My eyes started watering and there was a dull but shrill sound ringing in my ears. Like a suppressed fanny fart. I spoke with a … Continue reading
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Tagged date rape, drama queen, first dates, Nachos, rape, serial rapist, Tassenberg
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Titanic Fuck-Up
So. I watched Titanic again last night. Why in the name of the good lord, I do do not know. Well, that’s not entirely true. It was either that or the fucking news. And it pissed down with rain last … Continue reading
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Tagged betrayal, cheating fucking husband, Ebola, Jack and Rose, relationships, Titanic
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Sitting on the Kitchen Counter
Sitting on the Kitchen Counter I’m sitting on the kitchen counter we had built in. Concrete and black tiles. I will not give Ikea a fucking cent. I watch the ants go buy, bumping into each other. Seems there are … Continue reading
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Tagged ants, Clint Eastwood, corkscrew, Ikea, meat cleaver, random thoughts, red wine, spoons, the Kitchen Counter, wine
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Diary Entry 7: Rainbow & Josh
Rainbow & Josh Let me be honest, the AA meetings didn’t help. Let me rephrase that: The AA meetings I attended didn’t help—and I attended more than I wanted to. After the water-into-wine escapade, I decided to attend another meeting … Continue reading
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Tagged alcoholism AA meetings, Kahlua Cream, male prostitution, rainbow, red wine prostitution, self-harm
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Diary Entry 6: So. AA Meetings
So. AA Meetings I have a drinking problem. I’ll be the first to put my hand up at the front of the classroom while old Teddy ‘Smirnoff’ Smythe’s rubbing one out under his desk at the back. The problem for … Continue reading
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Tagged AA meetings, beer, drinking, hashish, knitting, Mrs Patel, Swazi, whiskey
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Diary Entry 5: So. Rehab
Diary Entry 5: So. Rehab *I hate starting sentences with ‘so’, but I’m afraid there’s no other way to start this one.* So. Rehab: And I’m not talking AA meetings of the Jesus-is-going-to-hold-your-pathetic-little-hand-while-you-try-and-keep-on-the-straight-and-narrow kind. What that they don’t tell you … Continue reading
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Tagged AA meetings, alcoholism, Christian, Christianity, cocaine, God, Jesus, rehab, religion, Teddy Smyth, The Patels, vodka, water, wine
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Ronnie & Bob – 2
Ronnie & Bob – 2 The kitchen door lock popped open. Bob was lying on the floor and there was blood oozing from a nasty cut on her left temple and ear. I was going to hang up the phone. … Continue reading
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Tagged alcoholism, Bob Marley, child abduction, family illness, rastafarianism, reggae, river, Ronnie
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Ronnie & Bob – 1
*This happened a few years ago. I reread my diary from the late 90’s and discovered these entries (I rewrote it, obviously). Hope you don’t mind. I’ll get back to the story about my cheating, no-good, hairdresser-fucker husband.* Franschoek, Stellenbosch … Continue reading
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Tagged Bob Marley, child abductions, diary, Franschoek, ganja, marijuana, pot, reggae, Ronnie, South Africa, Stellenbosch, Swazi
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Rehab Tip 1: The Epistles of the Corinthians
*Just a small point: I have nothing against Christianity, except for the fact that the fanatic Christians are completely bonkers; they’re mean and will fuck everything and everyone up if they don’t get what they want. My best friend Lucy … Continue reading
Diary Entry 4: Lucy & I
*Just to let you know that I didn’t go home last night. After I found out my husband, Mark, has been screwing around behind my back (how else?), I dropped hiss phone in the dishwater. I got dressed and looked … Continue reading
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Tagged alcohol, betrayal, dagga, Drostdy-Hof, ganja, lesbian, loneliness, love, Lucy, marijuana, pot, red wine, space cakes, Spiderman, Thai stick, the beach, trust, white wine
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