Grrr! Sleek and Mr. B2B tagged me!

Ooops! I forgot that I am actually supposed to brag about this so when you read the title, kindly imagine that I am feigning my irritation (which may not exactly be the honest truth). 

so, honestly speaking:

1. I am extremely, immensely terrified of escalators. I cannot even describe it. I hate Capital Shoppers (the one opposite MUBS) because to go to their second floor, you have to take the damn escalators. I have been on that floor once and that was because they were not working but the whole time I was wondering if they got back on, how would I get down?!

2. I have what is threatening to turn into a colossal cyber girl crush on Scotchie (she of the Greenfinity fame). The girl just can’t stop! She writes things that wow me beyond what I can say and make me wish I could just peep into her brain and see all her thoughts…Now, like a shy smitten boy, I will ask that you keep my secret and please don’t tell her. Ok? please?…ok!

3. I have of late been asked by almost all my male friends whether I have ever kissed a girl. Yes, I have kissed a girl. Come to think of it, my first real kiss (tongue and all) was with a girl. She is my cousin (I know you are thinking incestuous lesbian love?). We were 10. We had watched people kissing on t.v and we decided to try it out. After we were like, “This is it? What the fuss?” …now i am older, wiser and more experienced and i tot’lly know what the fuss is about.

4. I love saying the word sumptuous…(says to herself: sumptuous…sumptuous!)

5. I know I have yucked you guys about my boyfriend already but honestly(which is what this is about) I have never dated anybody that makes feel comfortable, secure and loved as he does. I have never been in a relationship where I have no disquieting thought at the back of my mind. Being in love with him has made me believe that being in love with your friend is the best thing that can happen to you.

6. I think I am developing backwards. At the time when all my friends had acne, my skin was all clear. Now I wake up sometimes and I cannot even recognize myself.

7. I have sweaty palms so i don’t really like holding hands, or handshakes…and it makes me wash my hands at a frequency that is insane.

8. I love watching awards shows. Oscars, Emmys, BET, Grammies…name it! Plus yes, PAM Awards. I love to see what people feel at that “defining moment.”… a couple of times I have also practiced what I will say when I get an award. I just don’t know what the award will be for though.

9. I want one day to mess with my boyfriend. You know that pms that makes crazy chics say things like “you think I am fat” and then break down and bawl? I want to do that one day. In public. Break down and throw a tantrum at things like “ why are you winking at her?” or “ you think I am stupid” or “you don’t think that joke was funny”…just for the fun of it.

10. For the last couple of months, I have slipped in and out of depression. A depression that shook the very basic things that someone should believe about themselves. Basic, basic things like not being comfortable in one’s skin or being afraid that the sun is coming up. About two months ago, I realized that I was blaming the world for not making me happy as if the world owes me a loving. I decided to take my life back and be in charge again. I am not yet where I should be but I am happy to be alive, I look forward to a new day and I am starting to like again what I see when I am walking past the mirror (ya. Mary J Blige rocks!)

Now, because I am just pure evil, I won’t tag anybody because I think almost everybody has been tagged. No? They will eventually…Wait, i haven’t read Scotchie’s honest scrap so ya, i am tagging Scotchbiscuits of the Greenfinity fame(oh crap!now she is going to find out about my crush!). i won’t even give her rules! just take it away!

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My code of belief:

“This is the true joy of life: the being used for a purpose recognised asa mighty one: the being thoroughly worn out before you are thrown on a scrap heap: the being a force of  nature instead of a feverish, selfish, little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy.”

-George Bernard Shaw.