This shit is bananas.
it seems my fellow bloggers on this particular blog have lost all interest to blog, since they are now busy with their shitty lives. our lives are all, indeed, shitty. and as the words to the song go "this shit is bananas, b-a-n-a-n-a-s"...i will not elaborate on bananas- it is one of the fruits i've grown indifferent to.
it's funny that the three of us are all on completely different corners of the earth now, all doing our respective best to keep up with our respective fields,with our own respective input, and our own respective output. i think the ability to be amusing comes with the company you keep. the sense of humour i once prided myself on has now gone totally "shahid". there. i never thought i would use that word in a piece of writing but right now it's totally describing everything. the amusing company i once kept is now buried in their own respective holes of political science (i'm very hungry so i'm going to sleep so i can have dinner tomorrow), guitar-playing and singing (ive found a jamacian place to be jamacian now..."hayzzzzZ") and economics (i'm bleeding myself but i've formed an even deeper attachment with myself).
yes, indeed, the company you keep accentuates your wit and eloquence. i miss the wit. the eloquence. and the narcissism. back to Botticelli.
it's funny that the three of us are all on completely different corners of the earth now, all doing our respective best to keep up with our respective fields,with our own respective input, and our own respective output. i think the ability to be amusing comes with the company you keep. the sense of humour i once prided myself on has now gone totally "shahid". there. i never thought i would use that word in a piece of writing but right now it's totally describing everything. the amusing company i once kept is now buried in their own respective holes of political science (i'm very hungry so i'm going to sleep so i can have dinner tomorrow), guitar-playing and singing (ive found a jamacian place to be jamacian now..."hayzzzzZ") and economics (i'm bleeding myself but i've formed an even deeper attachment with myself).
yes, indeed, the company you keep accentuates your wit and eloquence. i miss the wit. the eloquence. and the narcissism. back to Botticelli.
you are right. So I blame my un-funniness on everyone else but me. right?
*sigh*, Thank you Saher.
Posted by
Boy |
2:58 pm
pooj: dude i swear i know it has been ages since i said "fuck me sideways" to anyone because i know i'll get very strange responses. choro yaar.
sameer: deep deep deep down inside... you are a very complexed person like me.
Posted by
Saher |
6:20 pm