Vive La Derriere!

rusty and linus are just randy bastards. they like to make fun of me because i pronounce san jose as san jose rather than san hosay. whatever. hosay up yours i say.

today we went galivanting about lahore and ended up eating salty keish at masooms and then sweet silly cheese cake. linus ate a boiled brownie. you think she'd rather have a boiled egg. but no.

ok. there was just a cocroach on my neck. it was on me. ON ME. and now i dont know where it is. so im going

um is this thing on..? now? oh. okay.

hello, my name is Saher. i'm here with refreshing news from the lives of danny, rusty and linus. well, life is certainly hopping like kangaroos in may this summer. rusty had a near-death experience, but she is alive. yes she was not in Londa for the 7/7 explosions. ironic, since i had been chiding her for not being there to witness live 8 *gassssssp* i must, say, what a bhenchod. she is a busy working woman these days, yet somehow, she finds the time at night to make pasta for moi (something which leads to chronic indigestion, once i partake in the cooking procedure).
the life of danny. hmm. you got me. it has been a clean week since i saw her last. she grows lovelier by the day. i prayed that she wouldnt get her visa, hahahhaha. so that she also wouldn't LEEEEAVE me. now she will have hairy elainas and rosies up her ass yonder berklee. i hate berklee. it sounds so strange. BERK. LEE. wodever. jaa danny saali tu berklee. just LEAVE. hairy sod.
hmph.
ahhhh yes, now the life of Linus. the life of linus is but a complex thing.it is full of minor, relevant details.. like the intricate spider's web. tiny little strands of chipkoo hair, that chipkofy when you unknowingly walk into the web. there are two options once you have the web all over you, you may brush it off...or wear it proudly. some just forget to brush it off. and yes, we're still talking about LINUS. i have been on the verge of tears for three days now, yet am unable to break out into a frenzy of maddened sobs. perhaps i will pinch and poke myself to the extent that i might just start crying. masochism has always been my strong point. you know, whats even worse. when you're almost about to cry, and evrybody turns around and stares..just waiting for you to make an ass out of yourself. therefore, i have developed the skill of withdrwal of tears when in public. it is no easy feat.
oh well. this is a sad day for blogging and for brownies.