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Ghana in Reverse (Five)

Posted in GFYS, Literary Masterpieces, Loves, Rants with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on January 5, 2013 by ccartlidge

A bunch of us went on a road trip to Togo and back. I had to be convinced to go because I really dislike traveling in a large group, but I need to get out more. The market here is a fluffy, fluffy bed of unicorn farts next to the one that we got lost in (although admittedly I didn’t have to think about hookworms in Lomé and I did get my foot run over that one time in Cape). We had a Lebanese barbecue, smoked hookah, couldn’t avoid an incredibly uncomfortable political conversation, found a free beer fest, went hiking, and rode a swing shaped like a penis. Also, a few lovely ladies gifted me with good juju in the form of a bottle opener carved from ebony wood.

There are tiny ants everywhere. They are so miniscule, they live in my laptop and crawl out from the keyboard when I open it up. It doesn’t seem to make a functional difference, but DVDs don’t play anymore. I don’t think it’s actually related because those ants are really, really tiny.

I’ve discovered a second alter ego. She had a shit fit around 7 one morning and came out swinging, cursing and screaming (and crying of course because that’s apparently how I roll here). Quote of the morning: “Bitch, that ain’t my job!” It’s fascinating what a person does when they’re inhibitions aren’t functioning that well. It’s a little embarrassing to think about it, as many things are, but I do enjoy that I thought it was funny even while it was happening. I am a walking sitcom. It’s a good thing life starts so early, otherwise I would have woken everyone up. There are no secrets in this house anyway.

Frankie hasn’t had the opportunity to show up since I’ve been here. At first, I was happy to know I wouldn’t need to deal with his drunk frat boy act (and it is still nice to know that at least my current co-workers probably won’t meet him), but I think everyone has a part of their life that is largely misunderstood and Frankie is one of mine. Damn it, I am frustrated. Don’t get me wrong: I wish Frankie hadn’t shown up in the first place, years ago, but he makes me feel normal in a strange way. I miss that cocky bastard.

Also, I think way, way too much.

Another post where I swoon over a Fuck Yeah blog

Posted in Loves with tags , , , on December 17, 2011 by ccartlidge

Angelica Houston is fucking gorgeous. I’m swooning over a lady now! I swear I just can’t help myself, no human is safe from Caitlyn or Frankie.

via Fuck Yeah, Sexy Atheists!

On a side note: Frankie an alter ego, my man-daemon. Frankie has been around for a few years but, until a few days ago, has remained nameless. At this point, I’ll describe him as a sexually-agressive guido frat boy who can’t do his own laundry and get’s roid-ragey when he doesn’t get his way. After I get to know him better, I’ll post an updated description of his personality. Hopefully, he turns out to be more intelligent than I’m describing him to be. I find it funny and strangely appropriate that my man-daemon is nothing like my type.