Not being happy

I havent updated cause Ive been in Capetown since sunday.The reason.My company wanted me to use up a hotel room.Kief hey?no really i worked a bit while i was down there.

Which brings me to the title of this boring assed blog
Not being happy.Ive always been one of those guys that hated capetown.You okes down there cant drive in the rain,you give taxi's gaps.What on earth are you thinking.Youre proud of a mountain?come on.Really.

Strange thing,I want to move there.Ive come to the decision that jhb isnt for me.Im not happy here anymore.I geuss it has alot to do with my significant other.She lives down there.Been searching the net the whole day and cant really find a good job.Nevermind accomodation.But im working on it.

I hate not being happy.Its kak,Seriously kak.I love smiling,stealing stuff from kids and so on.You know.Happiness,but eversince i came back yesterday,I just cant seem to smile.It just doesnt want to happen.I try really hard,but I just end up sharting in my pants.

While I was down,i met up with a bunch of my buddies,Spoke some kakas,drank and just chilled.Thats where the problem comes in,In jhb i live so far away from everything,Nearest friends live about 30km away.Do you know how hard it is to drive when you are dog tired?yes i know 30km isnt far.But really.

I find myself getting slightly depro, wanting to make this huge change,but im scared.I really am.What if it doesnt work out.what if i forget my toothbrush up here?what if... But then i remember why i wanna move down,and no.its not for the seapoint hookers.

aaah well i geuss ill snap out of it just now.But in the meantime youre kicking youreself for actually reading this thing again.DUMBDUMB!