Whenever i start writing, theres always this impulse to ramble on about the more inane part of my day...stuff like...the new subtle barely there pink ive painted on (toes and talons both! :) )
how super great it feels to actually be writing for vp cuz it requires a lotta mental effort and whacky liners :) .. the odd juggling of d*b and vp (almost with ht).. (they're all newspapers!..hah)
how i swing from excited squeals while making packing lists for outstation trip with green queen... and wincing at the thought of the 13 hour bus journey (just the two of us. we're v strange).. its oddly liberating and terrifying. awesome.
Then theres this other part of me which wants to talk about stuff that doesnt really matter. i mean it matters more intellectually. but if i read it say 15 years down the line...it wont tell me more about me other than my carefully formulated and well thought out opinion on that one thing. okay, so maybe a little more. but not the feelings emotions hurt vulnerabilities and that heady feeling of joy when you feel invincible. ofcourse d boy had to go and ignore my text. i actually subjected sw to a day by day account of who-texts-who. (haha...so much more suitable for s and me talks.. we ramble and happily rationalise everything. including mistakes. not healthy) so now i deleted his number from my cell. doesnt really help of course. i mean i already know it by heart. its probably etched in some never-fade-away part of my brain (yeah, but my car licence plate number im clueless about. for real!) other than that, dbabe seems to be goin through mini crisis. met up for shopping with her (got some nice stuff. blah. im really not that into buying stuff. its hot and icky. much rather someone else shop for me. there goes another shopping loving stereotype of the hot pink osho wearing and chick-flick loving bubble headed girl who lives to spend daddys money...saaaaihhh)
Now may have to go for an ndtv thing tomorrow thanks to the violent opinion shared by moi through d*b..hehe..(just got the call)..dont know how ill make it right on time. fingers crossed i guess. (and bp soars up..12.15 is another appointment. bla)
1,2,3,4,5...once i caught a fish alive
6,7,8,9,10...then i let it go again.
*wrinkles up mouth*. i write for me. thus i write what i see. love 'Life' (the english show on star world). got all 7 seasons of 'Sex and the City' to watch with green queen (she saw the movie today and 'hated' it.mwahaha)
catch ya later then amigo.
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