Sunday, August 19, 2012

Cool Thoughts.

I had all these cool thoughts in my head about 8 odd minutes back. Thoughts that were cool enough to make me get out of bed, take my fucking laptop out of my fucking bag, insert the fucking inapprriaate looking (and soundingg!!) dongle and go onto blogger. Only, Facebook was the furst tab I opened. And Facebook does that... takes away your thoughts. All of them.

So the few thoughts that I hd some time ago I must put down. Because it's my blog! and I can do the fuck I want to!!! Not use pucntuation! Noo.. I like punctuation. Anyway, for my putting down purposes, im gonaa use that cool bullet thng. Yay


  •  I love sSalman Khan. Soo hot. The one time I tried to get onto a fucking moving local train here, I got hurt so bad it still pains. And here is Mr.Khan.. fucking getting onto a flying plane. Oh Swooooooooon.
  • For the above to make sense you must watch Ek Tha Tiger/ And wait till the end of the credit roll because that's when Mahshallllah happens. And the Universe knows how much I love that song.
  • I can't sleep! It's 6:48 A-fuckin-M right now! And it's the 20th of Augst! Ive been up since 10am 19th August. There's been intoxication and bad food and lots of conversation. LOTS! But now I cant sleep. Im suddenly typing with such efficientcy/ Efficiency is a fuckin tough word. 
  • Pangs of hunger have hit at the beginning of this point.
  • eid mubarak 
  • i really must sleep
  • i fucking facebook wall-ed sanam khanna today. RIGHT NOW! this moent needs to go down history. it has for me.
  • ugly people should go fuck themselves. 
  • thats not politically correct. 
  • but it's true. mean, yes. but true. people should look nice all the time. most of the time. or be realllllllllyyyyy interesting... you know/.? the type that's all dark deep and upto cool shit that u dont understand. 
  • oh my god. im bloggin like trishi. she blogs sporadically when shes drunk. i like it. she should blog more often.
  • nihaaaaaariiikaa! if you're reading this, bastard woman calll meeee!!!
  • SO many zigzag red lines under so mnay words. 
  • Pawai Lake kicks Marine Drive's ASS! Seaface at Warli does too. Basically, Marine Drive is like CLubbing. YOU're really excited till you get there. When u gt there, it's too crowded for you to dance like a slut. Sigh.
  • it's SEVEN! 
  • SEVENNNNNNN !!!
    I just smoked a menthol. Who the fuck smokes Menthol? Icky peopem smke menthol. The kinds that like to hold your hand. ICKY.
  • I curse so much here. and abuse. not even fucking funny. and in my mouth, Hindi and marathi have a fucking abusive baby. baby's not ugly though. we know how we feel about ugly people.
byebye

or as trishi ends it,
que sera sera

i hope i spelled it right. i misss you trishi. but most imprtantly, your fucking showerrr!
Kiss.

9 comments:

  1. Ok wow. You miss her, but more importantly her shower. I DID NOT need that image in my head at 8.51AM

    And its called Powai lake. That's where I live.

    And hey come on! I am ugly. I rather like being ugly. It gives me great pleasure to watch people gape when I start talking some deeper shit they cannot even begin to comprehend. :P Because I earn a lot of money, so yeah. We know how everyone feels about that. :P

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    1. Her shower is the best. And contrary to poplar belief, we've never been in it together.

      Come say hi :)

      Deep shit AND money? :O Sigh. This is hardly fair.

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  2. Ugly people should not breed- we don't need more of that shit.

    Yes, I fail at subtlety and I'm not a very good diplomat. Sigh.

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  3. Hi, I'm still alive and kicking. Just wanted to let you know. Also, I missed you.

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    1. That's nice to know, lil one. Where'd you go?

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  4. I want a drunk post too. For me. -_-

    We are fucking a few hours away only! Again.

    Its meant-to-be-and-not-meant-to-be at the same time.

    I am not drunk. I guess. only sleep deprived/

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