Dysfunctional

They say a real relationship or rather friendship begins after your first argument, cause then you get to to see and experience the ugly side of a person. From that you can make up your mind on whether you are willing to overlook the ugly and let them into your life.
This weekend i went out with a certain "friend" of mine. I say friend in quotes cause even i don't know how to describe our relationship. It is complicated i guess, we try to reel each other emotionally in only to destroy and wreck whoever gets a little bit attached. To say the least it is dysfunctional and unhealthy. I know we've all been there!
So we are driving through Westlands and we get in a fight and the guy decides he wants to kick me out of his car,(he's got this mean streak going on)....it's in the middle of the night,we are on a street i do not recognize and am dressed in a little slutty dress (i do not feel very creative today so i wont waste time trying to paint a mental picture)....therefore, see below pic

...all this time am thinking, there is no way in hell am getting out of this car! dressed like that i was probably going to get mugged and raped or best case scenario get arrested by cops thinking am a prostitute! You think that's far fetched? Get this, two of my friends got arrested one time under similar circumstances they are lucky it did not end up in their records! LOL
Back to that depressing story.... I sat there really quiet and hating myself for leaving the house in the first place, contrary to what most of you think of me, am a pretty soft and squishy person on the inside, wearing a tough face is just survival mechanism. I kinda broke down crying which is a little bit embarrassing but who can blame me?
Anyway he later apologized but i still think he should be marched through the streets and have people throw rotten tomatoes and fruits at him, .......

well, a girl can only dream i guess!!









The rest of the evening turned out pretty great by the way, i had a perfect excuse to get drunk! and who knew drinking at a parking lot could actually be fun? Too bad am quitting alcohol, i know it sounds cliche but i plan on following through with it...twelve steps and all. I have come to realize that most of my drama is alcohol related and i need a drama free life. Call it maturity.

My Number

With the recent state of insecurity in Kenya, the airport has been crawling with cops, well not exactly crawling with them more like......you know what, i wont explain how the cops are dispersed around. i wouldn't want to be the one that tipped off the terrorist.

Back to my story, so yesterday i bumped into one of them on my way home and he stopped me. "where are you going young lady?" he asks in Swahili. I tell him am headed home right? "Give me your number!" How did that conversation escalate to that point? well, picture this..he has a big gun hanging on his chest and he is still in the 'process' of shaking my hand and i call it process cause it was taking a little bit too long. Not to mention the stern look on his face, and all i can think about is "do i give this stranger my number or risk getting shot and appear on the 7 o'clock news as a suspected terrorist"

Anyway thank God its Friday....why do i even say that? Its not like i will be out partying. Chances are a'l be bored out of my mind this evening watching an overrated series and arguing over washing dishes with my amazing roommate. Cool enough.

Till Monday xoxo!

Party monsters have a blast this weekend! Don't be wearing alcohol goggles though.....lol