Hallelujah!
Do you, or do you not, LOVE shoes? I mean, don't they just sweep you off your newly adorned feet, and take you a new kind of heaven? I love shoes. They make life a little better. You know? They really know how to make your day a whole lot better. So I was having a bad day. I come home, and bam. A pair of gorgeous Nine Wests from a friend abroad, who had promised me a birthday gift. I love you. If you're reading this and know who you are.
This not a picture of the shoe. This is the picture of A shoe- I took it off the internet (God, the resolution) because I was too lazy to click. I got back an hour ago, and I have to be at work in five. But aren't they the best? I know. I almost feel afraid to touch them. But no. I'm going dancing on Tuesday, and I'm am going to wear these. That's it. So that at the end of the legs I'm so proud of, are these divine gifts of the Gods. And the cousin. God bless her. Really.
So, to match my new shoes, I got colourful hair! A blue and purple streak each, natch. God, I love colourful hair. I have to let my inner kook out sometime. Turns out, it was this weekend, when I was back home. I missed home. Man. I got warm food, that had actually been cooked for me, and that I didn't have to pay for. It was divine. There was air-conditioning in every room, and a nice fluffy blanket to snuggle under for the entire twelve hours I slept for the two nights I was there.
(Speaking of when I was away, Mila needs to stop being depressed and having us find out only when we read her posts. Worrisome, that girl is.)
I met my...errr...boy...person. Friend? I missed him. You know that feeling, of returning to something familiar? It was that. Except quadrupled. We drank chais, smoked like chimneys and spoke about everything in the world that could possibly be spoken about.
And then, before I started my journey back to Bombay this evening, I got nice and drunk. And a little high. Needless to say, the ride was reeeeaaallly fun. For me. Probably not for the friend who was travelling with me, though. I think after a point, he just wanted to shut me up. Not more than the annoying kids who seemed to have taken over the vehicle, though. Ugh. I hate the kind of kids who yell and run. I want to eliminate them. I mean it.
And I think I made a promise to make out with me friend. "And maybe more.", I think is what he said. I didn't protest, but I didn't say yes. I'm a cow. Honestly. I'm a big sex-doesn't-change-anything activist, but there are people who you'd want to sleep with. And then there are just the...NOOOOO!s. He's not at the top of my 'Hotties I'd Like To Make Sweet Love To Forever' list. Besides, much as I'd like to deny it, I'm very worried that I might be one of those people who can't sleep with anybody but the person they're with. Dammit! I'm faithful?! I never would've guessed. Well, no, actually, I don't think I am. I'm just looking for someone at par with the person I'm currently sleeping with. As of now, there doesn't seem to be anybody worth it. So faithful until proven otherwise, I suppose.
When did this post become about cheating?
I just want to put on my shoes, dance, and show off my new colourful hair to the world.
Make way!
Do you, or do you not, LOVE shoes? I mean, don't they just sweep you off your newly adorned feet, and take you a new kind of heaven? I love shoes. They make life a little better. You know? They really know how to make your day a whole lot better. So I was having a bad day. I come home, and bam. A pair of gorgeous Nine Wests from a friend abroad, who had promised me a birthday gift. I love you. If you're reading this and know who you are.
This not a picture of the shoe. This is the picture of A shoe- I took it off the internet (God, the resolution) because I was too lazy to click. I got back an hour ago, and I have to be at work in five. But aren't they the best? I know. I almost feel afraid to touch them. But no. I'm going dancing on Tuesday, and I'm am going to wear these. That's it. So that at the end of the legs I'm so proud of, are these divine gifts of the Gods. And the cousin. God bless her. Really.
So, to match my new shoes, I got colourful hair! A blue and purple streak each, natch. God, I love colourful hair. I have to let my inner kook out sometime. Turns out, it was this weekend, when I was back home. I missed home. Man. I got warm food, that had actually been cooked for me, and that I didn't have to pay for. It was divine. There was air-conditioning in every room, and a nice fluffy blanket to snuggle under for the entire twelve hours I slept for the two nights I was there.
(Speaking of when I was away, Mila needs to stop being depressed and having us find out only when we read her posts. Worrisome, that girl is.)
I met my...errr...boy...person. Friend? I missed him. You know that feeling, of returning to something familiar? It was that. Except quadrupled. We drank chais, smoked like chimneys and spoke about everything in the world that could possibly be spoken about.
And then, before I started my journey back to Bombay this evening, I got nice and drunk. And a little high. Needless to say, the ride was reeeeaaallly fun. For me. Probably not for the friend who was travelling with me, though. I think after a point, he just wanted to shut me up. Not more than the annoying kids who seemed to have taken over the vehicle, though. Ugh. I hate the kind of kids who yell and run. I want to eliminate them. I mean it.
And I think I made a promise to make out with me friend. "And maybe more.", I think is what he said. I didn't protest, but I didn't say yes. I'm a cow. Honestly. I'm a big sex-doesn't-change-anything activist, but there are people who you'd want to sleep with. And then there are just the...NOOOOO!s. He's not at the top of my 'Hotties I'd Like To Make Sweet Love To Forever' list. Besides, much as I'd like to deny it, I'm very worried that I might be one of those people who can't sleep with anybody but the person they're with. Dammit! I'm faithful?! I never would've guessed. Well, no, actually, I don't think I am. I'm just looking for someone at par with the person I'm currently sleeping with. As of now, there doesn't seem to be anybody worth it. So faithful until proven otherwise, I suppose.
When did this post become about cheating?
I just want to put on my shoes, dance, and show off my new colourful hair to the world.
Make way!
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