Its almost 3 in the a.m and I can legally abstain from work today as well. A Dhs 5/- taxi ride to 'Al Jimi Hospital' and an half an hour wait to get the nurse’s attention (am I invisible or something)? Then being rejected of a medical certificate due to not having a visiblly high risen temperature (according to their gone wrong thermometer) and been directed to 'Al Massoudi Clinic' which is another DHS 4/- distance and been questioned by the non Engris speaking receptionist if I was a run away school kid (or something to that line). DHS 20/- for entrance (or what ever you call it, I doubt it’s called channeling here) and another good DHS 50/- for issuing of a medical certificate for two days and not forgetting the taxi ride home which was a good DHS 7/-. Woahhh…going to work even if it means having to suffer a death penalty the next day sounds much better and convenient than going through all the above. I am boiling with fever and physically drained, pissed and amused at the same time, which doesn’t feel too sweet.
Watched 6 episodes of ‘My Wife & Kids’, salivating over Daman Wayans and figured out that my hunger for black men would never cease. Why still the yearning when a black hunk was supposed to be all mine? He deserves better, and I am not ready for a full blown body and soul relationship even though I’m head over heals in love with him. The fact that I feel butterflies in my stomach every time he passes me by (damn girl! you are too grown up for that sh**), the fact that he is always on my mind and the fact that I’m trying to come to terms with my reason for running away from every good thing that enters my life (to me) confirms that this guy is something special and I am nothing less than IN LOVE. If he ain’t around by the time I come around, I’ll just have to play wounded puppy and wish him 'LUCK' with 10 afro curly haired menaces who’d make his hair stand straight, drain his pocket and make him look a good 50+ at 30.
Not forgetting to state the fact that I’m utterly bored, lonely and going slightly insane in this strange town, I’m off to get a lil more sleep before I see any sort of light creeping in through the crack of my door.
Watched 6 episodes of ‘My Wife & Kids’, salivating over Daman Wayans and figured out that my hunger for black men would never cease. Why still the yearning when a black hunk was supposed to be all mine? He deserves better, and I am not ready for a full blown body and soul relationship even though I’m head over heals in love with him. The fact that I feel butterflies in my stomach every time he passes me by (damn girl! you are too grown up for that sh**), the fact that he is always on my mind and the fact that I’m trying to come to terms with my reason for running away from every good thing that enters my life (to me) confirms that this guy is something special and I am nothing less than IN LOVE. If he ain’t around by the time I come around, I’ll just have to play wounded puppy and wish him 'LUCK' with 10 afro curly haired menaces who’d make his hair stand straight, drain his pocket and make him look a good 50+ at 30.
Not forgetting to state the fact that I’m utterly bored, lonely and going slightly insane in this strange town, I’m off to get a lil more sleep before I see any sort of light creeping in through the crack of my door.
