So there I was, twirling my pen idly and wondering what the hell was this exam for and why was I such an idiot so as to give it? Sitting for it made me realize that I knew nothing of such matters as what is the first "rockumentary"... and stuff like that.
Friggit.
Ah on the other hand.
Have freaked out last night with buddies and generally have been musifucked till the head groaned in protest.
Have had Flury's er Black forest Cake after cocking a snoot to my diet chart, with the chant "50 crunches" rolling around my befuddled head.
Have effectively lost my voice for the umpteenth time due to dust allergy in book fair, because Panu had to go and look at a book called "Sex tips for Straight women from a gay man". ENLIGHTENING. Very.
Have bought four major Tennessee Williams novel for seventy rupees. Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, A Streetcar Named Desire and Sweet Bird of Youth has the stills from the film.
Bought my laptop. Own money, apunka pride rules.
Have got best friend her complete wedding cosmetics set. Woman is jumping with joy... because of a promise for a male stripper on her bachelorette party. I NEED a Stripper. Male. Someone who can carry off Black Leather.
Have also got her a brand new peach lace teddy. Future Hubby's expression is what I want to Find Out.
Lots of things.
I Am making lists.
Oh Oh Oh, and have finally decided to get a life. ASAP.
Update: Asked Deep and Iru about the Stripper bit. Both declined.... quite unpolitely that is. Men. They can be so shy sometimes, I tell you.
2 comments:
What was it that Deep was screaming about half a dollar when you asked him?
erm, better not say it here.
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