Considering my blogging is
nowhere near being a paid profession (no wait…If I was paid to blog I probably would've been sacked ages ago – not cause my blogging sucks hairy balls but
for mere lack of). Now, where was I? Oh yes, giving my very lucid excuse for
not jotting down every ‘effed up’ thing that’s happened to me in the past
couple of months. And yes, I said effed up. Get over it!
See, it’s kinda hard to blog or
even have good experiences when you’re too busy trying to sort out everyone
else’s outlandish lives. I find myself asking questions like, when did I become
the minister of bloody home affairs? (whoever he/she is these days). Or even
become Pravin Gordhan? Who the hec said I needed other people’s monkeys in my
circus?
I have a circus you know, a big
one – with monkeys and tigers and bears, and with all these imaginable beasts
under one big top, its bound to smell like serious poop!
Being the ringmaster isn’t always
a bad thing though, as I get to be silly and drunk with my monkeys, get
challenged and bitten by the tigers and snuggle up to the bears. The way I see
it, each element of my circus makes me who I am. Suppose revealing what goes on
in it will explain a whole lot about yours truly.
xxx
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