Damn you Sharon.
I am thinking about…
paradise.
I said…
bring it on.
I want to...
get drunk. Alone. On beer.
I wish…
i had a job.
I miss…
authentic arabic cuisine.
I hear…
the tones mocking my gullibility.
I wonder...
if people are worth it.
I regret…
nothing.
I am…
telling the truth. For once.
I dance…
in my nightmares.
I sing…
during a really kick ass song. Such as Alien Ant Farm’s Movies (as chronicled in Chetan’s Hyderabadi Biryani or Metallica’s King Nothing.
I cry…
to myself.
I am not always…
accomodating, patient , gossipy or diplomatic.
I write…
ideas and opinions.
I confuse…
for fun. With clarifications late of course;).
I need…
a holiday.
I should try…
complete detachment.
I finish…
food. Lives. People. Toilet roll. Quicker than is humanely possible.
>I am not always…
>
>accomodating, patient , gossipy or diplomatic.
gossipy?
I need…
a holiday.
which is why i’ve been suggesting a whole heap of stuff to you.
but alas! apparently my ideas/company don’t count .. :p
ps: *sniff*
its like writing a bloody autograph book…u knw those books baby paris hilton girls run around with in school…fill for me na fill for me na.
they renamed it “your tagged”
“its like writing a bloody autograph book…u knw those books baby paris hilton girls run around with in school…fill for me na fill for me na.
they renamed it “your tagged” “- Aashish
lol , if you don’t like it. Lump it…or even better, DROP OUT.
newb.