Tamale cannot be silenced!!!!

Well, it happened that a friend came up to me and told me, "thanks for not talking about me in your blog." I was a bit confused cause few people in real life know about my blog. I came home wanting to see if what she mentioned was in the blog or on Facebook and came home to no journal whatsoever. Fuck me!

And so the story goes. I guess I can rant about it but I have other more pressing things. Like my URL - who the hell calls themselves Tamale besides me? I tried to get all reasonable sounding alternatives but they only offered shit like tmale20 and other such rubbish and after about 10 creative and sensible ways of trying to get tamale to still be tamale, I came up with what you see there - after pure exasperation - tam-effin-malee. lol.

And I never saved that profile photo of the brown avatar, and I will be damned if I put my own face in the little pic space, so get used to the fireball shit you see there. Get used to it fast.

Yep. The blog may have changed, but the bitch has not.

Also my heightened state of poverty this month. Celebrating milestone birthdays and New Year's and shit ain't cheap and I saw my bank balance and cringed. Notwithstanding I face unemployment in less than 2 months. Oh yes...life is good. Broke and jobless. lol.

The love life? Well, not much change there either, sad to say so the chronicles of this Third World spinster are still being written. I had a friend visiting and that was the closest thing to a love life - going to dinners and ringing in 2009 together (and I look niiiiiiiiice. it was a lovely evening) and going to the movies to see "Marley and Me", and having him hold my hand and not laugh at me as I bawled fucking buckets when they put poor Marley to sleep and the little kids wrote poems and cried for the worst dog in the world. Man, it was embarassing. I cried all through the end of the movie - a full 10-15 mins. Bawling. lol. And to make it worse, leave it to a man to not notice that while crying over a fake dog euthanasia session, my mascara had made a kinda moustache over my lips and we went into a store and into a restaurant and this fucker said nothing to me. It was only when I went to piss that I saw I had Clinique black mascara above my lips - like a damn asshole. lol But yeah, that is as close as it gets - and it really is miles away.

I guess this is my first post on this crap site. It is doing some stupid things already. How do I know if anyone reads this? I guess I am going to find the JS-ers now and get some little faces to add as stalkers...ummm..followers. Wow...is this a cult breeding ground? I feel like I should be passing out poisoned flavour-aid.

I much prefer "fans".

Oh well...Happy New Year from me.