I love Sleepyjane’s memes. I’m stealing this one from her blog.

The Eight Things Meme

Eight things I’m passionate about;

1. Writing
2. Boys (Fine, men, not boys)
3. Seedless raisins
4. My bed
5. Sex and the City
6. Internet
7. Reading
8. Great wine

Eight Things I want to do before I die;

1. Have sex
2. Travel, travel, travel and travel
3. Get a PhD
4. Read 43895745825950459482589273480340495809 books
5. Have 23 profitable companies or so
6. Buy property
7. Be my mom’s best friend again

Eight things I say often;

1. This is bullshit ( But I only think it, nogals in my best Carrie Bradshaw voice)
2. Oh my god
3. Oh my word
4. Fuck
5. Shit
6. LOL (I’m a geek, OK?)
7. Bloody hell
8. Eish

Eight books I’ve read recently; ¹

1. Toorberg
2. The Color Purple
3. Troublesome Words
4. Freakonomics
5. Sex Tips - Anne Hooper

Eight movies I have seen eight times; ²

1. Clueless
2. Zoolander
3. The Devil wears Prada (I came close enough - 4 times)

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¹ Dude, I no longer read that much, but anyway. These are only the books I have finished reading. If a book does not ‘grip’ me within 100 pages, I dump it and move on.

² There are just too many movies to see each one eight times, but anyway.

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Well, folks, due to popular demand, here’s another little titbit of consumerism.

Yes, folks, this is the Sony Ericsson Experia X1. I want it badly. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with my Sony Ericsson k800i, however, it is not HSUPA-enabled. And after doing just a tiny bit of research for an article on mobile internet, I have decided it’s time for a new phone. Fine, not just yet, but in a couple of months’ time, then. This time next year, perhaps? Cause if I keep doing what I’m doing, I could be in the black by then. And if I increase the amount I pay towards my debt, I could be done in nine months…

The phone looks a little bit clunky, but that’s fine. And I’ll force myself to get used to the keypad, which is not my style at all. But an HSUPA-enabled Sony Ericsson phone? There *must* be a God…

Even better. This phone can use Skyfire and has a Wi-fi connection. So I’m sold.

So. I’m about to do something crazy yet again. Someday soon, I’ll make a list of all the crazy situations I’ve been in.

And no, I’m not going to pilfer something. Promise. If I survive this, I’ll write a lengthy post to explain everything. LOL

So Cheap Thrills has this seven deadly sins meme going on and I decided to spend some time (not that much, though) completing the challenge. It helped me deal with today’s excitement…

WRATH

1. Who did you last get angry with?

My mom. She never calls me, ever. I’m always the one who has to call her. I don’t mind, mostly, but it would be nice if she could call me once a year, like on my birthday, perhaps?

2. What is your weapon of choice?

My sharp tongue.

3. Would you hit a member of the opposite sex?

I used to hit Toby at times. But I was justified, and it didn’t happen very often. I promise.

4. How about of the same sex?

Um. I wouldn’t mind, but I’ve never had to. Or I always had people around to do it on my behalf.

5. Who was the last person who got really angry at you?

I don’t know? Victor?

6. What is your pet peeve?

Journos with 4-year degrees who write like this: “It’s warm and I nestle in, and taste… the heavenly sweetcorn sauce complimenting the springroll beautifully…” and this “Seared Tuna set on Wasabi Risotto with Kassler sauce — a carefully crafted canvass, painted with the purple of the tuna, wasabi green of the risotto rice, and bright orange of the sliced carrots.”

7. Do you keep grudges, or can you let them go easily?

I keep them. Sorry.

SLOTH

1. What is one thing you’re supposed to do daily that you don’t?

Make my bed.

2. What is the latest you’ve ever woken up?

I don’t do lie-ins much. Probably at about 11am?

4. What is the last lame excuse that you made?

That I got burled.

5. Have you ever watched an infomercial all the way through?

Probably, years ago, when I was still living at home.

6. When was the last time you got in a good workout?

If sex doesn’t count, two years ago.

7. How many times did you hit the snooze button on your alarm clock today?

Three or four times. I only got up at 7:30am

GLUTTONY

1. What is your overpriced yuppie beverage of choice?

Johnny Walker Black.

2. Meat eaters: white meat or dark meat??

Both.

3. What is the greatest amount of alcohol you’ve had in one sitting/outing/event?

I’m not a big drinker. Lemme see. One glass of white, three shots of Tequila, two Johnny Blacks and one glass of red. Or is that an awful lot?

4. Have you ever used a professional diet company?

Nope.

5. Do you have an issue with your weight?

Dur.

6. Do you prefer sweets, salty foods, or spicy?

Sweets, salty food AND spicy.

7. Have you ever looked at a small house pet or child and thought “lunch”?

No!

LUST

1. How many people have you seen naked (not counting movies/family):

Enough.

2. How many people have seen YOU naked (not counting physicians/family)

Enough.

3. Have you ever caught yourself staring at the chest/crotch of a member of the opposite gender during a normal conversation?

Far too often.

4. Have you ever kissed two people in one night?

Once.

5. What is your favourite body part on a person of your gender of choice?

Arms. Me likes nice arms.

6. Have you ever been propositioned by a prostitute?

I hope not.

GREED

1. How many credit cards do you own?

Define ‘own’.

2. What’s your guilty pleasure store?

Luca Italia in the Waterfront

3. Would you rather be rich, or famous?

Rich.

4. Would you accept a boring job if it meant you would make megabucks?

Hell no. I need to like my job.

5. Have you ever stolen anything?

Of course.

6. How many MP3s are on your hard drive?

About 3000

PRIDE

1. What’s one thing you have done that you’re most proud of?

Getting into copywriting as a career.

2. What one thing have you done that your parents are most proud of?

Who knows?

3. What things would you like to accomplish in your life?

Start my own empire.

4. Do you get annoyed by coming in second place?

Not as much as I used to.

5.Have you ever entered a contest of skill, knowing you were of much higher skill than all the other competitors?

6.Have you ever cheated on something to get a higher score?

Yes, but this is boring. Once, when I was in Standard Five, we had to write a book review in Afrikaans. I was lazy, so I just translated the blurb on the back into Afrikaans, added some of my own ideas and scored an easy 90%, though it could’ve been more.

7. What did you do today that you’re proud of?

I did no work. LOL. I jest. I made my bed this morning.

1. What item (or person) of your friends would you most want to have for your own?

Gareth’s iMac and Macbook.

2. Who would you want to go on “Trading Spaces” with?

Warren Buffet.

3.If you could be anyone else in the world, who would you be?

Samantha from Sex and the City (you knew I’ll mention SATC, didn’t you?)

4. Have you ever been cheated on?

Yeah. And if I meet that cow, I’ll break her ass.

5. Have you ever wished you had a physical feature different from your own

A more streamlined nose.

6. What inborn trait do you see in others that you wish you had for yourself?

Patience

Q: What’s crazier than a 25-year-old girl/woman/lady in a pink dress running in a rainstorm?

A: A 25.5-year-old girl/woman/lady in a pink dress with a Woolworths bag covering her head, running in a rainstorm to see SATC the movie.

I’ve been watching too much Sex and the City tonight, and the last two months. I know I need to desist watching this much, but it’s difficult. Even if I start drifting off thinking about Nick every couple of days. At least it’s not every couple of minutes.

He’s the one whom I had to pressurise into having sex with me. He’s the one guy who wanted to take things slow, and I couldn’t understand that, thinking instead that ‘He’s just not into me’.

Yeah, I know things didn’t work out, but I wonder what he’s doing and whom he’s doing it with. It could be in Dubai; he did mention how bored of Cape Town he is, and how much he’s missing Dubai.

I sent him an email. A pathetic little email, saying that I hope he’s doing OK.

God.

Because I love my flatmates so much, I have decided to move out. I’d rather do this than confront them about their strange uses for dishcloths, their music that I can hear at 10:14pm, and their abuse of my television.

OK, fine. I’m a strange one. I believe televisions should only be used to watch DVDs, not actual television. But, anyway. So I was trawling Gumtree last night, in the hopes of finding a cute bachelor or 1-bedroom apartment, when I notice something that might be perfect for me. It’s a 1-bedroom, slightly out of my price range, but I’m sure I can make drastic adjustments to my budget to somehow afford it.

I then arrange with the estate agent to view the flat. She asked me whether 5:30pm will be OK. I mail her back, saying that 5:45pm would probably be a better time. I was worried that I will be late because I take a train and a taxi to get home. Yes, folks, it takes me about 45 minutes to get home, which isn’t bad, but I still have to take public transport.

She says its fine, and I got a little bit excited about this new flat. I got even more excited when I got out of the taxi at 5:38pm to see that it’s in a smart new block. It’s also small, very unlike the one I am in now.

I send the estate agent an sms to tell her that I’m waiting outside and continue to grin to myself. By 5:45pm, still no estate agent, and even after ringing the buzzer a couple of times, also no tenant.

Yes, of course I get mad, but I thought that perhaps she/they are just running slightly late. So perhaps I should just wait a bit. I phone the estate agent, but get her voice mail. I leave her an urgent sounding message to call me back. I walk up and down, wondering if the estate agent could be the woman standing outside the blue car on the opposite side of the road. But she’s on her phone, gesticulating and raising her voice to someone on the other line.

So I go home. I get home and vent to the darling flatmate of mine who has that horrible habit of using dishcloths to wipe dirty cutlery with. She’s also the one whose music I can hear at 10:14pm. I vent about unprofessional estate agents, and how I’m going to complain to this woman’s boss.  She tells me that sometimes, that is exactly what we should do to get results. I go to my room, agreeing, but dreading confronting this estate agent because I know I can be very agressive. And that doesn’t always get me what I need, or want.

So I phone the lady who ’stood me up’, but first, I put my phone on ‘private number’. “Xxxxxxx, this is Tarah. I’m still waiting. Where are you?”, I ask her. She sounds surprised, and tells me that our appointment was not for today, but for tomorrow! And of course I deny it, why would I make a mistake like that? I sigh dramatically, and say “Thanks” before hanging up on her. Followed of course by another mini venting session with flatmate.

Some minutes later, while eating my supper - beans on toast - I check my email and find out that, actually, the appointment was for tomorrow, and I was wrong. Fuck. This is so typical of me. Well, at least I have apologised already to the estate agent, sort of.

Christy and I were drooling over these shoes yesterday… We’re planning a trip to NYC, followed by a pillage of the Saks Fifth Avenue store. Anyone keen to join us?

but I am…