When you get tangled in some particularly adhesive spaghetti, it’s difficult hacking your way out.
Wish I could forget that some stuff existed.
29th June. Guitar. Acting. Mahabharata. Rallys Sport. IIM. Broken nails. Missing rings. Missed calls. Brands. SMSes that can’t be deleted. Long drives with lotsa beer. Zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance. Norah Jones. Gyaan. Mail backs. Monday evenings. Bacardi. Black lies. Darjeeling. Ciggies. Dogs. B/W photos. Desperation. Cross. Blue. Tom. Diamond rings. Parties with common friends. Lipgloss. Walk on the beach. Silly goats. Boatclub Road. Shell-shaped chocolates. Wills. Karaoke. Empty words. Scotch on the rocks. The wall. All night phone calls. ash trays. M2Ms. Pregnant pauses. 9880766888. Tears. Broken hearts. Sighs.
Or at least gimme a Ctrl+Z.
posted by J @ 4:31 pm
Comments: 6
6 Comments:
Girl... awesome post... BUT, you made the biggest mistake of yours or someone else's life by putting that phone number up in public.
Some crazy fuckers are gonna think it's your number and man... are they gonna call a hundred times.
Whoever's number is that has had it.
YTou're smarter than this i think.
I'm calling up right now!!!
J... i think every one of us have gone thru similar phases of life... and *sigh*... is the only thing we do...
some philo: i know it's difficult to cut the past and get ahead... but i found an interesting way to get over it... start dreaming... dreaming BIG... out of the world... (atleast in my dreams i am at the top of the world!)...
caution: when u wake up... reality bytes ;)
If you can't beat 'em, join the spaghetti jungle.
*hugs*
Something's definitely going wrong in Ur life. I know that for sure.
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