Painful, joyless Tuesday please end.

I don’t know what’s worse, the Monday Monkey syndrome I went through yesterday, a blasted hangover on a blistering hot Tuesday or Kendz arriving at work with a pair of TOMS shoes on. Her friend living abroad sends her not one but 2 pairs.

TOMS is a 'do gooder' American based company that runs on the philosophy of: One for One, which translates to: for each pair sold a pair of shoes gets donated to a child in developing countries. I have been perving their lovely comfy, loafer type skoons and wedges for a while, so yes the envy was difficult to control and I can’t even blame the hangover.

These are them TOMS shoes

TOMS website here.

Looking over the last week it seems I can’t control much these days. The Nicotine Monster is on the loose, I nearly vomit on Kendz from envy and then there is my incisive usages of the word fuck, which is still met with raised eyebrows from the crayon monkeys in the studio. Folk who have worked with me over the last 2 odd years, still not handling the ‘Fuck’ out of my mouth. Or is it nearly 3 years? Fuck 3 years in bloody Durban. I need a medal. I'm depressed now, so I'm signing off.