Love like yoghurt.

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I just adore this quote by Jarod Kintz! Follow him on Twitter or have a look at his Facebook page if you would like to investigate for yourself. The man is a bit of an enigma… the interwebs seems to be crawling with his quotes, and yet there’s no trace of factual information about him to be found. And I use the word ‘factual’ very lightly, even Wikipedia is stumped. Who ever he may be, he seems to know me very well… ^_^

He also authored three definitions on Urban Dictionary which I thoroughly enjoy:

Sexistentialism: A philosophy that proposes that a person should live for the moment, because when you die, you’re screwed. A big proponent of this was Sartre, Kama Sartre.

The Mythical Mr. Boo: A man so elusive, so mysterious, that nobody’s 100 percent sure he even exists. And although there are sceptics out there, they can’t prove that he doesn’t exist. One thing’s for sure, he has a reputation of a mystic, urban guru.

The Mythical Mr. Boo is intergenerational. If you are what you wear, he is his own grandma.

The Mythical Mr. Boo is like a fog that creeps about your window while you are fornicating with your wife. And just like fog, if the police ever catch him, he’ll be cleared by morning.

Ourafoura: An entity that hovers over the subconscious like a fog, yet avoids fields and pastures like cows avoid escalators. His wisdom is exceeded only by the vagueness of his memory. He is fond of saying many things, some of which are more cryptic than others. Orafoura, aside from being an entity, can also be described as a spontaneous feeling, like making a chicken suit from scratch, and not making it out of yellow feathers, but out of scrambled eggs. One of his favorite sayings is, “You must be the perspiration when all the world is deodorant.” But that’s just all talk, because Orafoura has no sweat glands.

I am a presence that fills up a room, like the laughter that comes from deep within a child who only has one lung.

 

Fo’ yo’ gnomies.

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Today’s doodle is a free download! Yay! Print, cut, TADA! Gift tag! Or just a card… a quick ‘hello’ written on the back and given to the right person can be a very real gift too. Sometimes just hearing from someone makes you smile ^_^

If you should need a bigger one, simply comment below.

Communication is key.

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Unfortunately I wasn’t clever enough to come up with this expression myself, and I suck at remembering, so I don’t know where it comes from, but it stuck with me. And it reminded me of another something I heard somewhere; the greatest distance between two people is a misunderstanding. Which is so true, you should all write it down somewhere. I’ll wait…

It is impossible to maintain any relationship without clear communication, never mind trying to fix one! When things go unsaid between, friends, lovers or brothers, it makes the simplest of things seem like climbing out Fort Klapperkop. Try organising a nice get-together without being able to invite your best friend’s girlfriend because your girlfriend thinks she wants to fuck you, but really she just can’t stand the smell of the cat litter in your house, so she’s squinting, not winking, but she doesn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings or alienate herself by admitting she’s the only dog person, so she’s not saying anything to anyone either… …it’s exhausting just typing that shit.

And you’re laughing, because it’s ridiculous, right? Welcome to my life bro. But I am currently in a head space that has no room for sub text. So what I’m trying to say is, if you’ve had some issue with me, and I haven’t responded to it the way you would like, pick up the damn phone. (Okay, I never answer my phone, but you get the point.) Just be direct: “Hey bitch, what was up with that look you gave me at Park Acoustics?”. And the answer would probably be something quite innocent like, “Oh shit Sarah, didn’t even see you there, did you see what that hag behind you was calling a skirt?!” Or if you did rub me up the wrong way I have no issue with saying; “Of course, you stole my sunglasses you dumb whore.” But without proper communication life gets unnecessarily tricky. People start operating on their own misunderstandings and reality gets lost in the mess, and that’s how figuring out where to braai on which Saturday becomes the most difficult decision of your adult life. We’re young, let’s dance, drink, and discuss! Not text, team up and target.