work babble

I am pumping the crappy pop tunes at work right now. The whole building is deserted. Somehow this feels all wrong. But when today is finally over, then I get to go out in the freezing rain, pack, get on a plane, and bounce this place. Whoohoo! Off to the town of my birth. Apparently the weather is crappy there too, but nothing can be as bad as this.

Can't wait to be back in the armpit of humanity, ole Durbs. I hold Durban dear to my heart, not so much because I was born there, or for all the happy things that happened there, but because of all the pain, the sadness, the fury, the heartbreak, and the confusion that happened to me on that soil. Durban has held my blood, my tears, my deepest fears and my ugliest thoughts. The place is bonded to me by the soul strings and I may never live there ever again, but I will always return to visit, always.

Hide your niknaks people, the human vacuum will be in town.

I just pray they are gonna let me in the country, since my passport is full except for a few lonely pages. Please let me in!

*update* ok is this some kind of sick joke? The rain is turning to snow. I have been praying for snow for weeks, but loik, not when I have to drive down south, try and get to an airport and fly away. Noooo. But yay! So pretty.

Bugger.