Mission Succexy
The musing of Samantha Steele, a twenty-something year old trying to find her way in the big, wide world - which at the moment is Cape Town. Read about my search for work, love and good times. To keep up with my daily foibles, follow me on Twitter @steelesm
It's hard to do the right thing when there's syrup involved
I know it's time to go to gym when I start doing mental plastic surgery every time I catch my reflection in the mirror. You know what I mean: you're having some one-on-one time with your mirror image and all you can think is, golly, imagine if I could just slice that off and flatten that... and
Clothing wars
Malls have popped up everywhere - like small white mushrooms; pushing their round heads out of the dark soil after a brief, wet summer's rain. Mushrooms, that is, not malls. Malls are generally rectangular shaped and don't literally grow after the rain. Just to be clear, none of these are malls.
You had me at 'GPS'
My GPS bleeped blearily at me; 'Low Battery'. Great. Just great. The picture of the little blue car (i.e. me) was covered by a flashing red question mark; indicating that the GPS, like me, also had no idea where we were. I pulled over into a driveway and looked up and down the narrow street. No
Budget? Fudge it!
The Soccer World Cup has completely thrown my rather primitive budget out of whack. Budgeting isn't exactly my biggest strength anyway. Words I can do, yes, I understand the world of the exclamation mark and the past perfect tense. But the second you start adding numbers into the mix, I'm a gonner.
The Dating Lame
I think I went on a date the other day. As I'm sure you know, if you've ever had any interaction with the opposite sex (though hey, what are gay/lesbian people - mind readers? Let's amend that. If you've had any romantic interaction ever), this isn't an exact science. THIS is an exact









