IM ALWAYS IN LOVE WITH THESE CRAZY FUCKING POETS OR PHOTOGRAPHERS OR ARTISTS FROM THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD WHO DONT KNOW I EXIST AND WILL NEVER TAKE A BATH WITH ME OR BUY ME UNDERWEAR OR SAY HELLO I KNOW YOUR NAME OR FACE OR SMILE OR SCARRED ARM FROM SOMEWHERE! LETS MAKE SOME WAVES TOGETHER.

ARNT WE ALL HUH HUH

THIS IS SAD AND FUNNY. SO SAD AND SO FUNNY. I LOVE THIS WORLD. LETS GO DINE TOGETHER ATLEAST.

TODAY WE SPOKE OF LOVE AFTER CONSIDERING WAKING UP AT MIDNIGHT AND KILLING MYSELF

the.proud.emunk: uhHUH
you love me?
me: YES
the.proud.emunk: koto ta?
and not just formality sake
shotti kore
me: SOME TWENTY POUNDS.
the.proud.emunk: sigh
me: HOW MUCH IS THAT BTW
the.proud.emunk: iunno
me: SO DONT SIGH LIKE THAT
ITS A RANDOM FIGURE.
the.proud.emunk: thik ache
the.proud.emunk: im in love
absolute LOVE
the type where u would do anything for the person
6:50 PM DID YOU NOT HEAR
me: who with
the.proud.emunk: youknowya
me: no im confused.
the.proud.emunk: sugataaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
or rather
me: yes i knew it
:D
the.proud.emunk: shugoto
yep
6:51 PM masochist, ya?
me: whtvrz
toocoolz
i wanna feel like that
the.proud.emunk: its the shitt!
me: iknow
the.proud.emunk: its like...woah
me: its like youre releasing your poop
after a century of
constipation
the.proud.emunk: no its like
the.proud.emunk: someone's slowly releasing the poop FOR you so that you're comfy
6:52 PM me: YES!
AND YOU WANNA SMOTHER THEM IN SOMETHING OTHER THAN POOP AND SAY THANKYOU, I LOVE YOU, MARRY ME WHEN WE'RE DONE WITH THIS


actually no what you really wanna say is i love you, lets make babies. nobody wants to say marry me. what we really wanna say is lets have a lot of sex and make babies.we can name them weather and cock. and if there more than two we can split up weather and cock and distribute the fragmented names among them like grains among dying african children. but our babies will not be starving dying african children with ribs sticking out of their skins like something hardly poetic, more of pathetic. our babies will be spoilt assholes with flowers sticking out of them.but lets make love and one baby at a time and while we're at it, just stfu and kiss me, OK?
this is the real deal. lets make babies.

im basically

A JOBLESS FREAK WHO MUST PUT THIS UP ON ELEVENTY SEVEN OTHER PLACES TO SHOW HOW EFFIN JOBLESS SHE IS.

I CURLED MY HAIR!! AND YAYILIKE!

and paid a painfully large sum from savings for one evening, BUT i've discovered curled hair isthewaytogo! :D

now all that's left to do is steal somebody's curlers :P

100TH POST HOORRAAAAHHHHH

SO LET ME RUIN IT BEFORE SHRAVANTHI NOTICES
-muahahahahha-

so a while back, over gtalk:

Shravanthi: GUYS ARE JERKS SO HUGE YOU CANT SEE THE SKY



BIG surprise.



anyway.
it's her school farewell day tomorrow, and day after i have mine.
she's cribbing about not having EARRINGS to wear, (and how she was out shopping but got nothing) when i, dear readers, have no blouse, no SHOES, no NOTHING to wear. i had shayontoni lecturing me over the phone for half an hour, telling me what to do in order to look smoking hot and glamorous and insertsimilaradjectiveswhichmayNEVERbeusedtodescribeme. she shrieked at the idea of me going without getting a manicure, WHEN HAHA ive never even had my thicklyforested arms waxed and such. she asks me what shoes im wearing (with a white and blue sari which is gorgeous and, i repeat, has no blouse to go with it YET, mind you :wails: ) and i had no answer and when iasked mom teh same question she yelled for 15 minutes asking me to STFU AND GO SHOP FOR MYSELF IF I CANT WEAR WHAT I ALREADY HAVE WHICH WOULD BE ONE BROWN DR. MARTENS BULKY SANDAL, ONE PAATI GREEN SANDAL, ONE PAIR OF CONVERSE. THE END. SO?
so if you knew me, you'd know i dont give a flying fuck and am just fucking around because i must post something and ruin the 100th post BOOHOO XD

oh so
does anyone want

to

give

me

a valentines day gift of

a WACOM INTUOS3 GRAPHIC TABLET HUH HUH ? I SWEAR I WONT SLAP YOU NEITHER WILL MY NON EXISTENT BIGBROTHER NO NEED TO WORRY COME ON NOW YOU CAN DO ITTTTT

-pokes you-

p.s: since the post had the mention of and a direct quote from my beloved blog partner, dont you DAAAAARE ACCUSE ME OF UNTHOUGHTFULNESS.

Ah so :P

So Valentine's day is beginning to look like it's going to be really funny this year :P

Bangalore's under threat by this strangestrange group who've decided to get with the loving :P
Guys and girls seen "together" are to be bundled off to temples to get married :D
and,
IF say, they don't FEEL like getting wed, girl ties guy a rakhi.
heartbreaking, no? :P

I think i 'll start hunting around for nice looking rich guys to hover around on the 14th, then my board results will matter less(due to settled prosperous future and suchlike :P)

:D

lmao

everything here looks so so fucking morose man.what the hell made us this fucked up? bah :P

anyway, school over, and im hoping ill pass boards. im not WORKING for it, no, just hoping. thats ok for a start, aye? yes im just BEGINNING to acknowledge the fact that boards are indeed approaching. am i fast or WHAT. yeah i use caps instead of italics, deal with it.
farewell on the 14th of feb. HAHAHA yeah. my grandma has a new sofa and i wanna go over to stay at her place but if you know my mother.. :/
she's reading out V-day special offers and discounts from the newspaper and going OH YAY LETS GO SHOPPING which is momentary, trust me.
we dont shop for anything.but.nighties.or.saris.for.our.maid.
..

that's right.
anyway, new iPod was about to be smashed the day before, and becaaause i didnt let it happen, mom didnt let me eat the entire day yday. no joke. no matter how much i regret having the iPod over the iTouch OR a Tablet, i wouldnt want to lose whatever i did get to my mom's insanity, nossir.

and damn, when i run out of things to say, i also cant think of ways to end my blogsposts. :/