KenyanMusings

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  Posted: March 12, 2008, 6:15 pm by KenyanMusings

  Its been hectic for some of us. Happy new year people, big up (tihi, always wanted to say that in a very John Karani reading lyrics on KBC SNS “last night, I was inside of you…Last night I was inside of you"- kinda way. Sorry, I’m not gutterized, its just that is my clearest memory of him to date) to all Kenyans for embracing the path to Peace, hope springs eternal. Can we get some work done already!
  

  Archer tagged me.

  Random facts about me....Here goes;
  

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  I am actually very good friends with a few bloggers. Not in the retarded ‘wont be friends with East-siders cos I’m a West-sider’ - kinda blog way. Again, I repeat..it IS retarded. Just people I know as fabulous human beings, as who they are, as who they hope to be…. through my eyes. I talk to them about life away from blogs, every once in a while and they may not be your usual ‘come over for tiramisu & J&B, and let’s smoke a joint and bug out’ kinda of friends’ but they are considered friends. Its not too long a list, but it has Mutumia, Mental, M and Archer and a few others in it. The best part is Mental does have to be hugging M and Archer etc but yes, they are all my friends and I like being in a place where I decide who can be my friend because I like and admire who they are…perfections, flaws and all. I am not the kind of person to be told how to live my life. These are people who stop and listen when I have a crisis or I when they do, who will go out of their way to wish me a good day, do things that friends do for friends.....is good enuff.
  

  2.
  
  I really can’t stand it. That thing that women do of wearing a bra with these "plastic-translucent see through straps" and think they can get away with wearing a bare back/off shoulder top. Er, there is such a thing as a STRAPLESS bra! Alternatively, if gravity has not taken its toll, go without a bra but please lose the tacky plastic.
  
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  I am addicted to acrylic nails in a very 'I forgot what my real nails look like' way. Also, on the upside…. They don’t ‘scratch’. I'm also addicted to Mojitos at Mercury.
  
  4.
  
  I am psychotic. Sometimes. And I have this very dirty habit of telling Mr. KM that “I’m suing you for half your shit” when we fight. Do not even ask, it stupefies him every time, I dunno where it comes from I swurr. Him: “don’t you have to be my wife to do that?”
  Me: No! The law is on my side….
  Sigh, I know, I know.
  I also tossed his X-box against the wall when he was busy biting off a fire harpy’s head as I groveled for attention. He had said we are leaving in 30minutes. 1 hour later alternative sources of amusement were non-starters and the damn X-box had to go. So, we ended at “you know what, I don’t even feel like having a meal with you right now” Er who cares for dinner when the good news is ....the.damn.gadget.is.gone.for.now!
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  I love taking baths and showers. I shower twice a day..I can't sleep without it. My evening shower last no less than 30 minutes. Lavender and vanilla….hmmmmm. Its me time. I need an hour and a half’s notice before I get ready. I’m a girl….girls rule, boys drool. Deal with it. And yes, I still shower after a night out. 4 o'clock in the morning I'm staggering around and across the bathroom taking a shower. I think that's dangerous.
  
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  I have grown up. The past year or so, I have grown up. Life, career, love, friendships. I have grown up. I have grown up, I have loved and been loved by a fabulously wonderful, funny, kind, sexy, hot…. I am completely never getting over how bloody hot I think he is and his lips and hands were made for me. I lust after him like whoa, I could walk into the club, see him making small talk with his boys with his hand in his pocket and a drink in the other and I walk over, sniff him and we erm, “go help me find my phone, I think it fell in the car”. I like the way his hand is so big and it covers my little one kabisa and the way he says ‘hmm’ and they way he holds the small of my back and the way he loves me and makes me so happy and says I’m the most difficult combination to find and god, he’s so dark and clean shaven, I could just stare at him all fucking day! His heart was made for me, he says things I would so say and finds the joke that I would find in an ordinary sentence. I can think of a million (no pun) reasons I would still date him if all he had was a shirt on his glorious broad, black back. And yes, I‘d let him play with the Xbox all Sunday as long as I get to sit next to him and hear him breath. He is my greatest friend and I love him more than all the grains of sand in the ocean. I just love him love him love him.
  
  That done.... I'm tagging
  
  Mutumia,
  Mental,
  M
  KP
  Medusa
  MsK
  Shi
  
  
  

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