+ : I smell of bbq chicken
x : I smell of roses
+ : I wish I smelled of semen :)
Bobo the Fat Cat
I read my tumblr and I noticed they don’t have dates there.. so I have no idea when my last post was. Earlier on, I forgot I have a tumblr until a friend asked me why I have not been updating it for a while. I even forgot how to spell tumblr - I typed in tmblr.com on the address bar and was brought to Tirupati Motors, BANGALORE. I honestly think I’m at the wrong place anyway, I have no fancy pics or artwork to share, I am not fashionable or informed enough, I am not in the it crowd (I am in the IT software crowd, and I LOVE the show The IT Crowd) - but whatever. I am the queen of inappropriate.
So what is new with me? Nothing much I guess.
Still single, and still passionate about hating men.
Almost done reading Slaughterhouse-Five, was on a literature frenzy one time so bought these books:
i. The Plague by Albert Camus - impulse buy, wasn’t in my to-read list, not very keen on reading, the original text was in French, and some of the translations were not grammatically correct I think, but whatever.. I will eventually get to this.
ii. Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand - very thick book. Verrrrry thick book.
iii. Also that 5-year-old copy of Nineteen Eighty-Four that I never came around to read. One fine day perhaps.
In terms of make up, I have upgraded entirely to Make Up For Ever. MAC? What’s that? Mothers Against Canada?
Also shifted the focus from eyes to lips and cheeks. I am loving the look of bare eyes with full on mascara and overdone cheeks and lips.
My mom is still annoying as ever. God bless her.
My sex life is dead. So it goes.
Dawn Breaking Tide
It’s very hard not to move your head and body when listening to Aiden. I have a newfound love and respect for these guys. I started listening to them when Our Gang’s Dark Oath was re-released by Victory, and thought that the first eponymous track was very nice, but could never find myself getting past the second track. Somewhere in 2007 my iPod got stolen and I forgot all about this band. A few days ago I spring cleaned my pad, hoping to chance upon some old porn stashed amidst the burned untitled cds. The feeling of discovering old smut is liken to finding 10 bucks in your jeans pocket that you forgot all about. Double that if the chick’s boobies are real. Anyway I pleasantly found their CD, and now they’re on heavy rotation on my car stereo. I guess I did not have the capacity when I was 26. There are a lot of things I did not have the capacity for back then.
On a related note, Steve Jobs is a jackass, so I will not waste another penny on him. The stolen iPod will be my last one, and the only iPad I will own is my wet bloody pad.
This week is my red lip week :)
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K: are u still in nevada?
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D: yes
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D: it's very early.
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D: i feel bleary.
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D: want some coffee?
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K: no, i want men with tattoos
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K: where can i get those?
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K: youre ignoring me again
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K: oh well
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D: sorry i was making coffee
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D: what about other types of self mutilating scars?
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D: you could try a biker bar.
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K: i dont like bikers
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K: i like those emo kids with eyeliners
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D: what does emo mean?
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D: i think you need to start yoru search on the internet - match.com etc, maybe craigslist equivalent?
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K: i feel so hollow
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D: lack of food?
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K: yes and other fulfilling things
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K: i'm going home
But contrary to popular belief, I AM a fool.
Better to speak nought and be thought a fool than to open your mouth and remove all doubt.
A variant of the original English proverb, as quoted by Andrew Craighan, who I personally think has the best hair in Metal. I want his shampoo! I’m using Burt’s Bees Very Volumizing by the way, which is not bad.
