Living The Dangerous Life

Sana

3 42 in the night.

Finished all projects much before the usual 15 minutes to the actual submission.

'Jun irritated' 28 times through the day.(number 29) *sheepish grin*
Ignored the earthquake... Life can be just that dangerous.
Have you ever, like ever wondered how you are that zit on the face of mankind that was forgotten to be healed by nature. It sure looks like you haven't because if you had then you wouldn't be wasting your time here, you mother's eye (hindi translation for the unitiated: maa ki aankh, a popular euphemism in the hindi language)! *evil resounding laughter of a schizo*

Well now that my ability to flirt shamelessly is so evident, boys call me on Jun's phone, girls wait. I may soon go the Jun way.

Coming back to life, Floyd once said that everything is yellow. Or was that Chrissy boy?
Just on the random trip that I am on, someone also said "Arre, main se, meena se na saaqi se, dil behelta hai mera, aapke aa jaane se" *pelvic thrust*

For all the elitist bitches other than Sir Yankee Doodle himself the above lines translate to something like this: "Exclamation of joy! Not by myself or by liquor, not by some ugly fat woman named Meena nor from the bartender, my heart is pacified only by your coming"
So keep coming back, someday we will reveal the chemical equations involved in obtaining cold fusion.

Till then toodles (because we try that hard!)

Jun

And then there was the "atom bum"...

Here's some interesting questions one must ask oneself. Read slowly as these are cause for great introspection, nail-biting and one hand shoe lace tying.

Question 1. What am I doing with my liver?
Question 2. Have I stopped beating my wife?
Question 3. Kya aap close-up karte hain?
Question 4. Why is three a five letter word and five a four letter word?

So it is quite likely that often, especially when you're in a position where you're underwear is on the OUTSIDE, you may find that the chafing on the inside of your thighs is not because of the five whole squats you did at the gym three weeks ago. You wiil realise that you can pinpoint the existence of all your problems to a scraping sound that you hear when you shift the elastic of your Jockeys because its been turning your skin red, and angry. Like the time when you realised that your girlfriend left you because she was a man. You were angry then too. Before it became evident that it was pointless. Like the freshly sharpened pencil that you just dropped on the ground in an attempt to flick the crusted ear wax out of your ear. You have a knack for dropping things don't you?

In the ineffectiveness that I display in completing an entry on time, and the pursuant angst that the daughter displays, combined with her displeasure of my apparent (but truthfully not meant) lack of quality time spending, I have learnt something. I have learnt that good grammar is not just about punctuation, sentence construction, etc. It is also about sex. You must get it right for things to go on. Like this blog.

So memorise your goddamn Wren & Martin. NOW!

Bitch.