After half a bottle of wine and many hours of football watching my brain is starting to hurt from the lack of action, and that is not the only part of my body that is craving some action! Only a certain amount of tension can be released from playing thumb war (peeknuckle) with a ginrod, who informs me that despite my perceptions I am not the size 4 (American stats) vixen I think I am and what makes me so loveable is my vibrant personality, wit and charm and the fact that I am apparently A class. What does this mean? Well it means that as opposed to these other girls who get what they want without batting an eyelid (or maybe just flashing a little cleavage), I have to wait for the dumb shmuck to realize that while being friends is great, ultimately we all want to be able to cuddle up to someone warm at night… other than nooman. Meanwhile my JSAP (Jewish South African Princess), otherwise known as the Dolce Vita, informs me that if he ain’t made a move by now Eeekow Badin… hmmmmm not so sure about that one!
Sitting in the office, bored by the work you are doing, allows your mind to wander. You can sit and obsess over the irrelevancies in your life, such as above, or you can partake in some productive or not so productive activities.
So at the end of a productive morning in the office I discovered that I look 66% like Yasmine Bleeth, I personality wise am 66% like Meredith Grey, and am 99% compatible with Rodger Federer. Maybe I am more of the stunning vixen than the ginrod gave me credit for!