From the Sparrow to the Bull

You’re a lot like me in that sense of the word, substantiating survival with humour.

To be honest...

I don't think I can ever fall out of love with someone.

I have 16 MSN archives with one of the most special people in my life. We're currently working on our 17th one.

I'm listening to an Indian wedding song while writing this, and it's quite cinematic.




I like shaving every 1.5 weeks as I feel that's when I got the optimal shave in, but I do it more regularly because I try to be smooth for the boy I'm seeing. It never works out well, my timing's always off and I get major razor bumps.

I write letters to people that I never send. Sometimes I keep them, or save the email drafts, but a lot of the time I'll just delete them because it feels stupid.

I'll always answer the phone with a "Hello?" even if I have caller ID and know who's calling me because I feel it preserves the surprise of the moment. Anyone could be on the other side. This also pisses some of my friends off and it humours me.

I drink chocolate milk straight out of the bottle.

I like laying back in bed and just leaving my arm up in the air. I don't know why. I just do it and don't realise it's weird until I do it in front of somebody else.

I chew on my headphone wires a lot.

I have to do a poster and I can't focus on it.

I often look at my reflection in windows while I pass because the person that I see reflected looks very unfamiliar so much of the time.

I'm considering swimming again. Without a t-shirt.

The dearest things to me on my computer are my music, poetry, and conversation logs.

I think I can sing in harmony, but I can't. But maybe I can.

I hate feeling stupid.

Not having a car gives me anxiety because it's humiliating. Of course, that makes me sound like a spoiled little princess.

I am loved.

Maybe you and I will
grow old together in India.
Sit on our lawn chairs
in our little terrace,
coconut trees framed in the sun.
Rock, rock.
Maybe a smoke and a scotch,
the smell of burning wood
and flesh piercing our nostrils,
watching lazy bicycle men before our eyes.
Rock, rock,
scotch and a smoke,
as ants infiltrate the center of our guts,
growing in and out of our eyes and nostrils,
creating life where there is none anymore.

Good Morning Indeed!

I know it's cheesy but when you get texted "Gooooood Mooooooorning SunShani!" it really makes one's day.

Thank you God for putting wonderful people in my life to make me smile ERRYDAY!

The Metformin Song

There was once was a pill
given to a girl named Jill.
Oh she had curly hair,
and skin both gray and fair,
and the pill was called Metformin.

She didn't want to take it,
her tummy told her to kick it,
and all day she'd moan and groan,
and sit upon that porcelain throne
because of Metformin.

The doc told her it was a good thing,
because you see her pancreas was a failing,
but the doc could not understand
why Jill couldn't see her friends
while she was on Metformin.

Then one day Jill found a sheet of paper,
that told her she could break down that little caper,
from two to four times a day,
and then Jill's tummy-ache went away,
and now she doesn't hate Metformin.

Diabetus.

Birthday Greetings from a Friend

"one for everytime you made me smile this year
so about 6 billion"

:D 

Turning 23 and Being Happy

Hi world. It's sunny today :)

It's not too hot. I'm turning 23 soon.  Hear my back creak, the good ole days are behind me.

I love you.

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Hah. Hah. Hah.

A little salt, sir?