Tag and Your Local Zoo

Fuck, fuck, fuck a duck…

Screw a kangaroo,

Finger-bang an arrangatane

Support your local Zoo!

A combination of the word ‘tag’ and Buj’s comment about naked monkeys dancing, took me back to the childhood school yard, where playing tag was about as common as the singing of that song. A twisted nature we children had. Where the hell did we learn that shit?

Anyway, finally I can stop my mopping. I have been tagged by Buj, and I because of it, I feel a little loved around here. Here goes:

20 years ago, I:

1- Didn’t sleep after learning about the atomic bomb and visualizing it would soon land on my house killing us all.
2- Had a grey cat called Smokey, who slept on my back while I watched cartoons.
3- Went to Sunday School

10 years ago, I:

1- Was on the other side of the planet; comparing sandy-land to lush land.
2- Was a superstar called Princess C.
3- Had beautiful breasts.

5 years ago, I:

1- Was about to get married; about to get pregnant.
2- Learned to blog.
3- Loved to drive in the UAE.

3 years ago, I:

1- Spent 16 hours in labor.

2- Painted the world in multiple colors & textures.
3- Learned not to give a fuck.

1 year ago, I:

1- Said farewell to my divorce lawyers.
2- Thought I’d found love again.
3- Picked my ass up off the floor, all by myself.

So far this year, I:

1- Made a couple of new friends.
2- Passed a few lessons on.
3- Contemplated the point.

Yesterday I:

1- Cried.
2- Laughed.
3- Slept.

Today I:

1- Watched a dream die.
2- Admire my son, mother and all that’s here.
3- Feel pretty damn privileged considering…

Tomorrow, I will:

1- Rest.
2- Play real tag with my son, around the house.
3- Write.

In the next year, I will:

1- Be alive, inshallah.

2- Be just as tainted as I am today.
3- Still be living my drama; and allowing you all to watch.

And Imma have to tag: Baby Kaos, MD, Balushi, Taunted & Foghorn Leghorn.

If you all don’t come out and play with me, I will hurt you.