Vive la France
Last night I rushed out of the office, excited at the prospect of seeing Tsatsi again after more then a week of not seeing her. She was chilling with one of her friends at a favourite hangout on Long Street watching Ghana getting their asses kicked by Brazil...later we had drinks, chatted and to be honest I quite enjoyed the conversation although her friend was being a typical white- saying how she could live with all peaceloving folks. At that point I wanted to dare her to go out and live in Khayelitsha for a month.
Tsatsi seems to think that I want a girlfriend, well all I'm interested in is fucking her but she's making things very hard for me. It seems like a brotherman has to jump through several hoops and then when you think you're done you get an obstacle course to complete in a limited time...just gimme that pussy.
After two hours of BS talk I went home and felt like a pathetic pile of shit...caught the second half of the France/Spain match and have to say it was pretty awesome stuff- at least the second half. Ribery's goal was masterclass and so was Zidane's at theb end to kill off any Spanish hopes of lifting the World Cup.
