If this isn't the height of desperation, tell me what is?!
If I wasn't as strong willed as I am, then I would have lost the plot ages ago...Since Sunday, I've been debating between hurling my phone at the wall and watch it smither into tiny little pieces or changing my number...I have settled on the latter, given that it is cheaper to buy a simcard as opposed to buying a phone.
HOD in this case is not gonna mean; Head of Department, Herpes Organisation Developers, Home Office Deliver, Hurt on Duty, Heart of Darkness, Home Owners Dues...NO! NO! NO!...it's neither of what I've mentioned. I want it to mean Height of Desperation. Am infuriated, am mad, am angry...am everything bad as of now, thanks to the dickheads I encounter in my life. SaturdayHamza calls more than five times and I, funny enough, as if out of duty, I answer the phone on all those occassions and we talk. Then at some point, it hit me that am totally fed-up and so I decided to ignore his calls. He wanted us to go clubbing but instead, I chose to go with Martin from Senegal...who, turned out to be a total jerk. We lunk up at 22:30 and by 23:30 I knew I was never hanging out with him ever...it took me less than an hour to figure him out and place him into oblivion. His behaviour reminded me of one Juma...a guy I referred to as my thug, who indeed lived up to his name and managed to have my shack, which was in the safest of hoods burglarized ...while I was on a trip abroard and was under his care. For starters, Martin crached and I complained loudly at how disgusting such habit was ...he justified himself by saying that men were allowed to spit whenever and wherever. Am not talking ordinary spit...am talking phlegm...the deep throat, yellowish-greenish shit. Anyway, I made it very clear that he was not to expect any kiss from me, I couldn't bring myself to the act of kissing him...not even if money was involved. He was revolting in every sense of the word! We went to 'MAXI' Club, I had so much fun dancing and flirting abit ...all the while, managed to detach myself from him...like he didn't even exist. Sunday:
I had promised Hamza that I'd meet up with him at 15:00, this, so as he could stop bothering me on Saturday with stupid calls. After spending the whole previous night dancing and getting plastered...I was tired and still had some dinner invitation at 19:00, an invitation that I couldn'nt turn down given that I had an idea of what was in the menu. We don't encounter 5 course meals on a daily basis...thus I would definately pass on a date and choose food anytime:-)
HOD: 15 missed calls...6 desperate voice messages Monday:
I couldn't be bothered by the act of turning on my phone...I had to deal with having lost my lovely sunglasses on Sunday, that had costed me a fortune...never mind that they were on sales and they had a 40% discount...but the final price still managed to leave a dent in my pockets. Plus I also had an impromptu emotional breakdown...that am still dealing with upto this moment. No amount of preparation or precedented events prepares you for such.
HOD: 1 voice message and heaven knows how many calls! Tuesday:
I head to the gym, my only approved escape route...I sweat it out for 2hours...
HOD: 11 missed calls!! Wednesday, today:
It's chilly, am still down, was unable to access internet the whole day, am coming down with a flu...(not swine flu lol) but was going to see the doctor later on in the evening.
HOD: Between 16:19 and 18:00
-15 missed calls and still counting. I had my phone on silence but even as I was writing this note, it couldn't stop blinking.
-1 voice message
-1 text message badly spelt out He writes "jetame" usually, its "je t'aime". What would I be doing with a dude who doesn't have a clue on what good grammar entails? I go to the doctors and by the time am leaving...noises in my head hasn't stopped saying...."Fuck the French men!!! Fuck the French Doctors!!! Fuck everything French!!! ... save for the wine, cheese and bread!!! Looks like I'll have to arrange and get some treatment from elsewhere, maybe home. Am soo pissed off, no one should mess with me at this point in time...don't say you weren't warned....
HOD:18:00 to 22:00 -15 missed calls! Thursday:
I have decided not to switch on my phone until I get myself a new line... If this isn't the height of desperation, tell me what is?!
