Dee In A Nutshell

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So I know I have been a bit absent, you know, AWOL and all and unlike last time this is not because I was in Ssese or anywhere as exotic but because I have never been much of a writer and these past few days I have failed to summon the courage to actually sit at my pc and type out a post. This post is actually being typed on another pc as a word document and this is only working because I am so into novelty that I will do the dullest thing. So here I am again, here we go.
On Thursday, my Mom took me to the Kampala Casino. I had never been so I was a bit disappointed by how small it was. She picked me up from work and I was wearing a long white gypsy skirt and decent black top. She was an aunt of mine who is hilarious; we shall call her Aunt M. It was too early to go straight to the Casino so we went to the container next to the Bukoto Shell where we partook of some goat’s meat, spilled some guys drink and tried on shoes. If you will let me digress a little, it is very disturbing to hear your parents talk about sex. My Mom told a story about another Aunt of mine, let’s call her Aunt E. Aunt E was engaging in carnal knowledge with an unknown gentleman and she had just applied acrylic, better known as artificial, nails. In the course of their learning, one of her nails scratched him and fell off. What really amused my mother was it wasn’t even a very accessible finger that the nail fell off of but the ring finger, her question was what position could she have possibly found herself in that ended up in one of her nails, just one lone nail falling off. I had to pretend I had no idea what they were talking about so I didn’t have to imagine my Aunt E having any knowledge of a male human being carnal or not. Anyway, after this disturbing story, they started digging into me telling me I can’t wear my skirt to the Casino. Aunt M said I looked saved and the management would probably turn me away. Meanwhile, my Mom was wearing a pair of black pants and kept saying I can’t go dressed in a skirt, a long flowing skirt at that while she is wearing those pants. I was forced to go home and change into a pair of black jeans to appease them. I then told my Aunt M about Alfie and though she was happy for me she was also devastated because they had lined up someone for me, one of their friend’s sons. I found this unbelievable and asked them if they thought I lived in some kind of sheltered world where I will not encounter men on my own. My Aunt said it was a valid point but that that would not stop the boy’s mother from being devastated. We eventually got to the casino and I tell you men are shameless. There was a live band playing Jazz and the lead singer, who was filling in for K’Angie was hitting on me in front of my mother even when I introduced her as my mother. He felt nothing and just continued like she was pimping me out and didn’t give a pig’s fart one way or the other. Fuckwit. The night was good and I had undoubtedly the best fish fingers ever. If there is one reason you should make your way down to the casino if your luck is as rotten as mine is to have those fish fingers.
Last weekend was the Jewish New Year so we worked half day on Friday and not at all on Saturday. Now usually I give myself long weekends off but this weekend when I was actually legitimately off I did…NOTHING, absofuckinglutely nothing. I slept all day and watched TV all night, I enjoyed it so much I am seriously considering quitting my job so I can chill like that. Don’t say it, I know, chilling like that is best appreciated if you have actually been busy doing something so I might not quit my job just yet, but I am thinking about it.
My cousin for whom I was temping came back and my boss isn’t around right now. He comes back tomorrow and we discuss the terms of my staying on, coz they did ask me to stay on but it will all depend on how much they offer me. I am getting ready to go back to school and I don’t want a dead end job tying me up if it is only taking away from me.
I don’t know how long this post is going to appear on the blog but I am into my second page on Word. I am on a roll with these long posts almost like Inktus, almost.
I think I have said all I am going to say. Ciao.

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