The incredible has happened, people. My mind is still spinning. I’m still walking around with the biggest grin on my face. Uri told me about a magazine some months ago. More than likely, I sneered at it, thinking it’s not such a good publication. I thought it was a South African publication, I’m sure.
But then I saw it at my nearest Exclusives and sat down to read it. It helped that it featured Charlie Sheen from The West Wing. I liked it and thought to myself that I should buy it when I have money. Time passes and I buy other magazines, spend my money on 375ml bottles of Graham Beck Brut and surf the interweb muchly.
Then, on Saturday, I left the real suburbia and went to the V&A. I saw the magazine again and the cover tempted me to read as much of it as possible. I looked around for a seat in the store, but couldn’t find one so I just stood there, reading.
I went home that afternoon and hoped I could find the magazine online. I did. And I spend a delightful couple of hours reading some of the older articles. But I noticed an error somewhere in their FAQs and sent off a polite email to the editor. I didn’t expect to get a reply, but got one on Monday. She loves my new blog and would like me to write for them. Me. Mna. Moi. Ek. Ich. So now I have to pitch a column idea to her. Argh. How to do that? But I’m sure I’ll find out. I really don’t want to fuck this up…
*Still can’t understand why she’s having such luck*
I’ve always thought I’m an adventurous eater. I guess not. Parenthesis exclaimed “I heart memes!” and I decided to jump on the bandwagon. Here’s my list. (You know how much I love lists and memes and goetertjies)
- Bold the ones you’ve tried.
- Strike through the ones you wouldn’t touch if you were starving and it were a choice between that and boiled goats testicles.
- Italicize the shit you might be tempted to try. Say you were a contestant on Survivor…
- Feel free to leave a running commentary.
- Nettle tea
- Huevos rancheros
- Steak tartare
- Black pudding No fucking way, Jose!
- Cheese fondue
- Borscht – doesn’t look appetising, but OK
- Baba ghanoush
- Pho-rare beef…yummy
- Peanut butter & Jam sandwich
- Aloo gobi
- Hot dog from a street cart
- Black truffle
- Fruit wine made from something other than grapes –?
- Steamed pork buns
- Pistachio ice cream
- Heirloom tomatoes
- Fresh wild berries
- Foie gras
- Rice and beans
- Brawn, or head cheese
- Raw Scotch Bonnet pepper –??
- Dulce de leche
- Bagna cauda
- Wasabi peas
- Clam chowder in a sourdough bowl
- Salted lassi
- Root beer float –??
- Cognac with a fat cigar
- Clotted cream tea
- Vodka jelly – Not so sure about this
- Curried goat
- Whole insects
- Phaal – Hell, yeah! Sounds great.
- Goat’s milk in cheese form
- Malt whisky from a bottle worth £60/$120 or more
- Chicken tikka masala
- Krispy Kreme original glazed doughnut
- Sea urchin
- Prickly pear
- McDonald’s Big Mac Meal
- Dirty gin martini
- Beer above 8% ABV
- Poutine – Doesn’t look very pleasant, but I’ll give it a shot on Survivor…
- Carob chips
- Sweetbreads – Eeew.
- Kaolin – No fucking way, Jose!
- Frog legs
- Beignets, churros, elephant ears or funnel cake – Yummy.
- Haggis – You live once, right? Off Wikipedia: “As the 2001 English edition of the Larousse Gastronomique puts it, “Although its description is not immediately appealing, haggis has an excellent nutty texture and delicious savoury flavour.” (p592)”
- Fried plantain
- Chitterlings, or andouillette
- Caviar and blini
- Louche absinthe
- Gjetost, or brunost
- Roadkill – Just doesn’t feel right to eat roadkill…
- Hostess Fruit Pie
- Lapsang souchong
- Tom yum
- Eggs Benedict
- Tasting menu at a three-Michelin-star restaurant
- Kobe beef
- Horse – I don’t believe in scruples…
- Criollo chocolate
- Spam – I used to love this. Can’t stand processed meat now. Eeew.
- Soft shell crab
- Rose harissa
- Mole poblano
- Bagel and lox
- Lobster Thermidor
- Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee
I can’t only blame myself. Many things happened to cause my insane amount of debt. And I’m working on getting everything sorted. Promise. My parents (well, my mom actually) are partly to blame. I grew up thinking that having a Foschini account is normal. I grew up thinking that it’s normal to skip a payment, and to receive threatening lawyers letters. I grew up with parents who didn’t even finish paying my school fees.
They weren’t poor, though we did stay in a poorer area in the Northern Suburbs of CT. They overspent on food, and underspent on stuff we needed.
So for the past six or seven years I have been spending far too much money on rent only because I feel I deserve slightly better than having to boil water to wash my pretty little face. When I got fired (this happened very often), I would ignore my bills and try to pay rent instead.
I was never taught how to work with money. Yes, I know that I am 25 and I should just ‘Google it, damn it’. But it’s not that easy. Money still slip through my fingers. I can easily (like most of us) spend a third of my net salary on absolute rubbish. And then I have to rely on payday loans to buy my monthly train ticket and some food.
So I surprised myself on Wednesday: I paid off one of these accounts. I am too frightened to find out when was the last payment I made prior to Wednesday. I felt so proud that I was able to do that. And I’m sure that if I continue doing what I’m doing, I could have my debts sorted out in a year. Fine, two years’ time if I decrease the amount I’m putting towards it every month. That will give me an extra couple of hundred to spend on pretty things every month.
But I wish I were able to budget better. I tried last month, and it worked…for a little while only.
|Edgars||R 2,433.00||Paid Up|
|Virgin Money||R 12,808.00|
|Nedbank Credit Card||R 2,754.00||Paid Up|
|Leisure Books||R 300.00|
|R 49,407.00||R 44,220.00|
I thought suburbia was quiet, clean and sans black people? Perhaps, then, I did not move to suburbia. Perhaps I have moved to something that falls in between suburbia and the city. I have renewed my subscription to Cape Ads and am flat hunting once again. Yeah for me.
So I got tagged twice in one week. I think. By Caz and by EM&CT to do the rockin’ da daisy.
The Rocking The Daisies competition might bring me a smile again. Remember how I managed to get such bad karma that my own sister stole my iPod? Hmm. Whatevs. This looks like a great opportunity to get an even better iPod than the 30Gigger I had…
- Blog about the competition, telling us what you would take with you to the concert.
Tag your friends in the post. In other words, just link to their website to encourage them to come over and look at your website.
Register here, tag your name and my name (Callith) and copy our blog post onto their website.
So what could I not possibly do without at Rocking the Daisies?
Well isn’t it obvious?
- A hot man
- Stacks of condoms
- My cell with its Vodacom data bundle
- My 100% Australian Merino top