Oh course! That explains it. He’s a government worker. No wonder he’s tried, anything past three o’clock has them falling apart – so Thursdays for them, when they finish at 5 or 6pm (normal home time for the rest of the world) is like running the Marathon backwards dressed as a chicken.
I hate to say this, but my dislike for government workers has only grown since I moved to Nicosia. Government workers have to be laziest people on the island (I’d say on the Earth, but I reserve that for ex-Eastern bloc gold diggers). They do the bare minimum, work basic hours and make about as much money as Britney on tour. If only the services they offered were just as good as Britney’s*.
But what’s more is that they seem to be tired all the time. They finish work, return home, have a nap, eat, go for coffee, go home, eat and sleep. What a wonderful (pointless?) existence. Then they’d call me up at 6pm, and invite me to go meet them for a coffee. When I say that I’m stuck in traffic on the way home, and I have to cook, clean and finish off a project they call me a party-pooper! Well if I worked 3.5 hours a day for €4.000 of course I’d be up for going out all the time. Although believe me, the don’t make for good part-people. Because we all know that the harder you work the harder you play – and government workers barely have put together eight hours of work in their life. So the conclusion is; not good party-people! Sorry guys!
And that’s what drives me insane about these people – the young ones of course. The ones with families are right to work the fewest hours they can to spend with their children, but the fewer hours they work, the fewer cash they should get. But the younger ones, without kids and an over-bearing mother-in-law, who work until three do nothing. It’s as it they stop functioning when they go home and merely exist. Then when I’m busy they call me a party-pooper. The irony is that I go out more then they do. I return home at 6, eat, do sports and then go out around 10. I’m in bed by 12.20am and ready to get up at 6.30 the next morning. Oh dear dearest government workers… you have so much to learn! Too bad you’re too tired to do so!
I think that what you dress up as says a lot about you. In the case of Cake as a vampire… well she obviously wanted to devour all the cakes… and more. Laverne and her nerd outfit? I’m sure Freud would agree that she wants to be seen as smart. More like a smart-ass!
My friend Party-Animal went last week to a party dressed as an elephant. Does he want to tell us that he never forgets? Now he wants to change. I told him to go as a Womanizer and wear gold shoes with white clothes. He just said ‘hmmmmmmm’ maybe he forgot what I told him.
This year I am going for the third time as a devil. I was a devil at Halloween 02, Carnival 08 and this year. But of course I always have variations. 02-devil was dressed in black. 08-devil wore a t-shirt saying Prada and 09-devil will feature a tail that took me two hours to make, an open red shirt and a bow-tie and to top it all off and look totally ridiculous, I will wear boxing boots! So it’s totally trashy. Oh yeah and I’m totally smearing my face with boot polish! Hahahahaha! Loves it! This friend of mine was like 'you always go as a devil'. And I was like 'yeah, it's the only thing that suits me!'
So this same friend who is always moaning, well I asked him what he will dress up as and he wants to go as a toilet. Is his outfit made of porcelain? Does it include the smell? I wonder what that means, you know, dressing up as a loo? Low self-worth perhaps? Maybe he smells? But it turns out he can’t be bothered. Let’s just hope he can be bothered to flush at least!
I think these guys look hilarious! Good concept! Very LA!
My crazy ex wanted to meet up. I agreed because I was bored and knew she just wanted to meet up for one thing. Then I remembered that I found her repulsive and decided to cancel. But I said it in a way that made it sound that I want a relationship from her.
‘Dear Skunk-face. I would lto meet with you but only if you want a relationship. Love me!’
Then I press send!
I could feel her going crazy in her room all the way in Strovolo. 45 minutes later she replied: Your loss babe xx
So I did the mature thing of replying: Actually it’s your loss since you ended it xx.
Then she text something so rude I won’t even write here and I replied by saying: what’s your problem? Why are you behaving this way?
Of course she didn’t reply. I guess she used up her free texts!
But the truth was; she had to go. My friend Barb warned me to stay away and end it, which I did, but not completely. We still kept texting. This time, it needed to be a clean break. No text. No nothing.
I didn’t like her energy. I didn’t like her attitude. I didn’t like her family. I didn’t like her friends. So when it came down to it, I didn’t like her either. Plus, she ‘dated’ some really skanky guys and I’m the kind of person who judges you by your ex and what they were like.