Catfight!

Tarts bless original advertisers and retailers who think outta the god damn box for once! WOO HOO....

No Johnny Bravos’!

What is it with the men is this town? All the hot pieces of ass have just poofed and disappeared! I mean it is depressing enough that Super H and I are left with just one piece of office eye-candy (of which he is a 7 outta 10 so technically he isn’t really a bona-fide panties-off kinda hottie but like I said times are tough and so are the pickings…)

This new observation of Super H and I is just so depressing that I find myself thinking of G n T’s as soon as I wake up in the morning *melodramatic sigh* Can you imagine how dreadful that is? The pure torture. But seriously:

Where have all the good looking men gone?
And where are all the gods?

Where's the street-wise HerculesTo fight the ugly ones?...

…Tarts need hottie heroes

We're holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night

He's gotta be strongAnd he's gotta be fast

And he's gotta be fresh from the night

We need some hottie heroes!

We’re holding out for a hero 'til the morning light

He's gotta be sure

And it's gotta be soon

And he's gotta be hotter than life!!!

Sing it girls’ cause that is the new official unofficial credo of our kinds living here in Jozi town. I don’t think I have ever been so depressed…

I mean it ain’t like we are asking for a lot – think Super H and I came to conclusion that even a 7.5 outta 10 would be good; although these days judging by the males species that has been seen populating our town, a 7.5 would be the fucking catch of the century!

If only they made more like this… Oh phuleez Jebus, make me blessed receiver of one of these:

*wolf whistle*
Panties off!

The Golden Fee-shez

So if you were any kind of über tastic tart then you would have been at 88 Lounge this Saturday to celebrate the month of loooooooooove with the totally mind-blowingly tastic boys who go by the name of Goldfish! These boys totally rock my world and make my body wanna move from the nails in my baby toes to the longest hair on my head!

Man these dudes kick ass!
Am in love me thunks! *dreamy sigh*

As I upload this blog I can already feel my body contorting in weird patterns, accompanied with my feet tap-tapping away to the rhythms of these jazzed-up DJ’s!

Now all I have to do is educate my office on these modern geniuses so they stop looking at me like I am having a retarded fit!

It’s a tart’s life!

Blocked

Can you force yourself to write?

I try, but it feels as if I am doing my damn-dest to push against a wall that just won’t move. Not even an inch! Maybe this wall is a hallucinogenic type of wall; now you see me, now you don’t type thing…

My problem is that lately, I find myself staring at a blank page, a white screen; whatever the medium; grasping. But grasping at nothing really. Minutes pass, hours even yet still nothing flows from my mind.
I’m not quite sure if this strange turn of affairs is due to be having bloggers block (who knew such a thing could happen?) or just not having any major news or tarty opinion about anything… Both situations are very unnerving and have led me to one conclusion:

Whoever the fuck said that no news was good news, was a fucking idiot!