I'm going to bangalore tomorrow you guys.
That is all.

Tonight I'm listening to this.

Good times for a change
See, the luck I've had
Can make a good man
Turn bad

So please please please
Let me, let me, let me
Let me get what I want
This time

Haven't had a dream in a long time
See, the life I've had
Can make a good man bad

So for once in my life
Let me get what I want
Lord knows, it would be the first time
Lord knows, it would be the first time

Murphy compares notes on what it means to exist

Babycakes, I'm breathing fire.
My planet is running out of air and you're building your strange, chimerical, smog-belching factories all over it, you're convincing me your love is distance and I'm too afraid to ruin the surprise.

I like the smell of cologne on young boys a lot. Something about these children smelling like men makes me happy, and I'm not going to pursue that train of thought any further. This year, the alleged year of happiness, is off to a strange start with a lot of severe discontentment at lack of clarity on what to do with the life and the paucity of perfumed love. So I'm going to stop bleating about the year of happiness and be like a good parent and take the pressure off the very much beloved yet grossly underachieving offspring that 2010 is behaving like. Is the grammar on that sentence correct? I'm going back to work next week, I'm accepting all lewd and clumsy advances from little boys who smell like men, I'm coming full circle, I'm trying not to offend anyone.

So I'm leaving the ball pretty much in 2010's court, it can choose to do pretty much whatever the hell it wants to. I never knew being passive could be such tedious work. This is pretty much the perfect time to break out my super fun addiction to speed and my debilitating addiction to handbags.

Be good.

Don't feed the pear shaped woman you guys. Please.
Incidentally all I want today is pepperoni pizza.
Happy holidays!

Internet.
So I've discovered that I'd completely forgotten that there are people from work reading this blog. Therefore, I think it will be wiser to abstain from commenting on those hard-working souls who have given me so many opportunities to learn and who remain a constant source of inspiration to me even after three years since the day I was first in awe of their sheer awesomeness and professionalism. (Also Swaamers, please meet me before you leave.)
The highlight of my day over the past three days:
Day 1 - Opening a new tub of Bodyshop's papaya lip butter which I'd been putting off forever because I thought it would be super gross. Turns out the papaya is fantastic. I can't find my already open shea lip butter though [ I hate losing my stuff :( ], so I took out a new satsuma one also.
Day 2 - A sardarji walked past me at the Airtel President's Office talking on the phone, who I heard saying 'arre yaar, aaj maine mails checks nahi ki' (for those who don't understand hindi, skip this one altogether, it's pretty much going to be lost in translation)
Day 3 - Dinner and midnight walk with a bunch of people whose company is simply perfect. We're somehow always the table that everyone's constantly staring at.

Dear Santa,
All I want for christmas is:
- a warm neck I can stick my hands down after returning home from a 40 minute auto ride at 8:30 PM
- self washing hair
- peace, love and happiness

But what if it kills me? :(

MIHTFBID V

Man, not men.

Bear 'he simply walks into Mordor' Grylls.