Busy, busy, busy day! Need to start planning the coronation, err…, I mean inauguration. In fact, bugger it. Call it a coronation. Think it’s about time Zimbabwe had a new King. One that says “don’t step on my blue suede Jimmy Choos.” Heh heh.
Esch. Grace just popped her head in, saying she needed to go buy a new dress for the party. I told her no, she just bought several dresses in Rome. What does that woman think, I just print the damned money??
Later… So Tsvangirai’s hiding out with the bloody Dutch!!! Goddamit, just when I thought I had that scab inside my vice-like (trembling) grip, they step in and give the rat-bastard, milque toast turd-burgular asylum. Another day… another fire to put out. And some people think I knew there was a reason I never like Gouda.