It's been ages since I last posted. Life has been so damned hectic, it's unbelievable. And yet, life has been so damned sweet as of late as well.

Christmas was surprisingly pleasant. I spent it with my mother. And as for New Year's eve', I spent that with my cousins at Sun City. Spending time with people like them kind of gives me a perspective on people who actually aren't like everyone else. It kind of makes me realize that we all have our flaws. Some of us moreso than others, as well.

The New Year seems like it's going to be a decent one. At the very least, it certainly has been interesting thus far. From the start of the year, I've been plagued by unpleasant dreams. I wouldn't call them nightmares, but they certainly were twisted. For most of them, I was female in the dream. And the dreams revolved around the examination of my relationships, past and present. It seemed almost as if my subconscious was performing a reflection upon my past relationships, both potential and not-a-fucking-chance-of-happening relationships, and highlighting where I'd gone wrong. Where I could've gone right. What I maybe should've done differently.

On the way through to Sun City shortly before New Year's eve', I also got a stunning time to think hard on how certain relationships that I'd been through with people had affected my outlook on life somewhat. For both bad ann worse, of course. More on this later, I guess.

It was my birthday yesterday. I organised a braai at Anton's clubhouse. Gotta big it up to the man for offering me the use of it. And the braai was really cool too. A really awesome number of my mates came through for it. There was general merriment, etc etc. And in all, it was good. It was good. Certain people were missed, simply because of the awesome personalities they have. "No braai is a braai without our own human bellows, James.", I've heard mentioned often. James is just a brilliant dude. It's a pity he was in London. Everyone I invited had something to offer to the party, be it just their own personalities. I don't think I know a truly unpleasant person on a truly familiar basis. I actually have a great set of friends.

Despite the rain, everyones' attitudes were cheerful. It was really awesome. I'm going to have to go into the Vicky saga tomorrow though, for definite. There've been new developments there that kind of leave me feeling uneasy. And there's the Simoné event, which kind of just slapped me in the face. I'll get onto these topics tomorrow. It's getting late, and I have to be up for Applied Maths in about 8 or so hours.

Just a few closing words on the two things that kind of got to me about yesterday. They're showing to me that I'm not the person I used to be. Should I have hit a home run yesterday with Simoné? Why the fuck not? I mean, what's actually worth keeping celibate for? Everyone is either a stuck up selfish female interested in money, or they're interested in sex. There is no exception to these two above-mentioned rules. Or the exceptions are hiding from me.

I've coined a new phrase: Triple tequila mindfuck quota.