Its a lazy Sunday, its quiet and you can pretty much hear the beetles breathing if you can get your head from making all that noise. Yours truly should be working ,but really. I mean.

A few things for today and lets hope I can keep the numbering system consistent this time.

1. Tatler. The British High Society's choice - a thick, glossy and ridiculously pretentious magazine featuring all the counts, princes, lords and everyone who claims affiliation with them. Its filled with articles written by people like Tom Parker Bowles (I know you know the last name...and yes. Its her son) and featuring socialites named "Isadora Clemborough-Dennehan-Julington. Dear Mikey will of course suffer an embolus of pleasure due to all the double barrelled names.
The best part is that if you don't at least have a title and 6000 pounds in the bank you shouldnt even pick up the damn thing. But its great fun to read. Such pretention is absolutely mindblowing.

2. Now from the rich to the poor - go read here to see what the fuss is about. Millions of people are dying due to exposure and starvation, because the current government wants to prove a point (being : that THEY now own this country) and is now renaming a whole lot of cities. This of course, costs money. Im sure the hungry poor will rather live in a place that they can pronounce instead of actually having food to eat. I mean! pff!

3. Me. Now, you saw this coming. A self-indulgent rant about how shite my life is/ how good it is/how it just isnt. Truth is, there's been alot going on, just sort of underneath the surface of things. Case in point : two engineers. (yes the boys, you knew it)
Engineer One : I rarely see. If I do see him, it sort of falls into friends with benefits.
Engineer Two : An acquaintance who became a coffee date. Afterwards, there was an awkward situation from which I withdrew abruptly , and now he is asking my friends whether I want to be approached romantically or not.
The point is : Im starting to despise myself. Two years before I was bitching non stop about people who just up and leave after a kiss. Now the situation has reversed itself and Im the one doing the running. I am such a fricken hypocrite.
Its just that things have changed. There is actually someone who I like immensely. And he means alot to me, even though he's not in Stellenbosch.

So, the only missing part is the physical. Don't get me wrong, im not sleeping around or anything like that.

Do I have to get the axe?
Can anyone shed some light on what you think?