sex with fat people

Ok. I have never been with a fat person but i thought that title was catchy after my class on thursday.

My current favorite quote: 'of course fat people have sex, how else would you account for fat babies?' Kelly T, you are my hero. Other than being my favorite lecturer so far, she gets my jokes.

I have had that conversation with other folks. but kellly t put the fullstop on it. Yes fat people get freaky!

My interesting student this week: ON an essay on communication, he wrote about himself and his wife, yes, hilda wambui. I do not think i have been that drunk of late, i would remember attending my wedding. nonetheless, having admirers sure feels cool.

Ok. I am slim and so no fat babies with my student.

These are my confessions

I have to confess that every time i hear a song about insanity. I think about myself. I am not saying that I am not sane. The voices in my head tell me that I am. Plus Joram used to tell me I am entitled to five minutes of madness every day. I tend to think that my moments occur when I am fast asleep. Unfortunately, that was not last week for me.

First of all, there is a class that is just freaking me out. Let me just say that I am afraid for my grades. I do not seem to get what is going on in that class. I do not understand the lecturer and clarification from the lecturer leaves me more confused than I was. Oh, and mmmm, I did not mention about favoritism in the class which is... oh well...

My airbed got spoilt and I had to sleep on the couch which is as comfortable as sleeping while seated. The floor was not an option as my little house has wooden floors.

I also had to go to court for a speeding ticket. I got lost and was late.

I also got me a stalker. I caught a student cheating in the exam and they kept following me around after a confrontation in class. I am only interested in stalkers who are tall and handsome and built and ....


Having been sick, I went to see a doctor who put her fingers where I do not think anything should go in. She described it as 'mild discomfort'. MILD DISCOMFORT MY A*!? After the experience, I now know why men hate going for their check-ups....

Good thing about my week, I got me a real mattress and bed and I am chasing my insanity back to where it belongs. To my dreams!

uchovu ukizidi, ona daktari

OK, I have to confess, the only thing I do during my free time is sleep. Do not get me wrong. I am not one of those many slobs (although i think life would be easier if everyone thought i was, then they would not have high expectations...) I am so busy that I rarely have free time. I have to confess that I am a bit of a masochist and pain brings me pleasure (feel free to let you mind wander). If I was not a masochist, how else would i do all i do and deprive myself sleep? I am a bit of a workaholic and I like being busy, it brings me both pain and pleasure that I cannot explain. I like pushing myself to find out where my boundaries lie.

One final confession: In August I was really sick and I lost 15 pounds in a week. that made me feel sexy (no, not having to rush to the emergency room, the 15 pounds lighter). However, my sister (who is my current self-appointed mother) did not like it, and that is when she gave me the long talk about the importance of taking care of myself. I am trying. Although I have to confess that I did like the buttered garlic bread and egg diet that made me relive my pregnancy (pimples, pimples and more pimples). I now try to eat a balanced diet (spacing my drinks to morning, afternoon and evening).

I am realizing that life is precious and that i need to take life a day at a time that there is no rush, and to remember that mzee kobe always won the race because he was wise not fast. That I have to take care of myself, know what my priorities are and find out if I should get a tattoo..

All the same, I am tired and uchovu umezidi, I need to see a doc but only if he promises to inflict pain.

When am I gonna close school.

when i grow up

I have not blogged in forever and i have missed blogging. time seems to be scarce and i have not slept for more than 5 hours in the past weeks. I have lost weight (so i look sexier...), i dyed my hair (so i look a bit different), no weird colors, auburn that i still used to use in kenya.

after many sessions of agonizing and thinking and trying to figure out what i want in my life, i have finally realized what i want.... to teach special ed kids, start a night club and be rich and maybe get a good man. Please note these three are not mutually exclusive. I want to love life and embrace it with all my heart.

...and for those who mailed me to ask me to blog more, i want to make you happy...