Saturday, June 27

A heart best served in a glass with whiskey poured over it

I can't seem to keep up, dude. Since when do I move slower than you? Slow down a bit please.
Much obliged.

Wednesday, June 24


Talking of love

I miss my cats with a fierce ache today. I need a contemptuous, resigned cuddle :|

Friday, June 12

I miss your wide roads and sense of city planning and constantly moving traffic. Your easily available cigarettes and happy street doggies. I miss your non polluting public transport, your unhappy/ cynical/ unsmiling populace and your conveniently located awesome airport. I do not miss your weather, your relatively less prettier girls (this makes me an ultimate desh-drohi) and what I have now realised is an apparent lack of trees. BRT, I don't miss you so much. Gurgaon, you may suck my dick.

Wednesday, June 3

To the highly improbable

Well, if I had to do it all over again,
Babe, I'd do it all over you.
And if I had to wait for ten thousand years,
Babe, I'd even do that too.
Well, after my cigarette's been smoked up,
After all my liquor's been drunk,
After my dreams are dreamed out,
After all my thoughts have been thunk,
Well, after I do some of these things,
I'm gonna do what I have to do.
And I tell you on the side, that you better run and hide
'Cause babe, I'll do it all over you.

Ah just say it to me already!


Tell women they look pretty. If you've thought it but haven't said it, if you haven't really thought it but are thinking about it on reading this, if you've thought it and don't really think so but are partly there.
Blowjobs are like flowers for men.