Officially disguised as a Canadian
Official viewpoint of NRO on other religious conflicts: Get over yourselves. Life is too short. You have no right to force your beliefs onto other people. You're probably overcompensating for a) a small penis (most religious wars are started and fought by men), or b) low self-esteem.
I stole this idea from Wil Wheaton (sorry Wil).
There are no more sports with straight men, and here's the proof!
1) Big Brother Nigeria: do we care? Well, no, because we already have Nigerians living in this country, traditionally associated with drug dealing and trafficking. Plus, MTN (one of only three cellular providers in this country) dumped us and ran for the Nigerian market, which apparently has four times the population of SA. Is that including or excluding the illegal Nigerian immigrants? The real question on everyone's (well, my) lips is: can we start voting Nigerians out of Ponte with one phonecall to DStv?
Yesterday was a big day for out and proud gay (and lesbian) people in Johannesburg, being the 14th Annual Pride Parade and Mardi Gras. I didn't go. Instead, I drove my beloved to a company where he did a whole bunch of psychometric tests as part of a graduate recruitment programme. He's looking for a job, you see. Anyway, I bought a book and a cheese burger and waited the three hours or so until he was done, and it was worth every second.
Well, after a really unpleasant exchange of telephone calls and emails last week, I told my best friend that I no longer wished to continue our friendship. Ironically, no sooner had I done that, than out of the blue I receive an email from a *very* old friend (I went to school with him from 1986 to 1994), and I told him to come and take a look at this site. Hi Marc! We even wrote some bad poetry together in Grade 6.
This embittered queen (see below about weddings) needs to move out of his house which he has been living in with his ex for the last year. No, he's not coping well. If you know of any place I can move to in the next two weeks, I'd be most grateful. Rosebank, Illovo, Hyde Park, or Parkhurst are all possibilities at the moment.
Well, last week I was too shocked to actually write anything about this, but now it's time. My so-called best friend, whom I've known and been friends with since 1991, is getting married next year August. The only reason it's only next year is because his fiancee's mother only said she could marry after she turns 21. It gets better. I have always been nominated as the best man for his wedding, and vice versa. Now, when I think "best man", I think ringbearer, speaker, sometimes even master of ceremonies.