of randomness and other such things.

Theres a bottle of mazaa thats there in a rack besides my desk. God alone knows why !? It keeps looking at me.

I bought two more books. What is with fucking books and me. I have bought books over 15k in the past month. All interior design related ofcourse. I havnt yet broswed through a single one in peace yet. Worst of all, I ddnt need them and *gulp* I dont really have the money.

That bottle of mazaa keeps looking at me.

I went to cheero's. Whats with the hype !? The place is really so-so.

I finally met a certain someone I had been speaking to for the longest time. Things werent as rosey as predicted.

Cee, is the new merry poppins and his prop being a bottle of water. Saturday night saw me go ummmmm a lil crazy at the geebee party. Since over 30 faggots went, O M G you have lost soo much weight, I allowed myself some alcohol in copious amounts Towards the end of the night, I was ofcourse drunk. If rumors are to be believed, I squeezed myself in between some two counters and sat there. I do know, I broke two glasses. And at some point, I fell down as I was dancing and laughing and laughing and dancing. Nishant my friend called that my snake dance.

So, cee-the-bottle-holding-nanny, kept following me around the geebee do. I would slyly escape and run into some unseen corner lookin out for known faces who'd let me sip some alcohol from their glasses and just as I would find a candidate kind enough to give me somemore alcohol, cee would appear out of nowhere thrusting the bottle of water in my mouth. He did that all night. Cho chweeeeet no !?

I am bored of my hair. Oh so bored that I think I am gonna do something nasty to entertain myself.

I cut short my four day weekend. My parents are on a sulk-a-thon. My mother she walked into my room, again in my absecnce as she took some frnd of hers on a guide-a-tour of our house. She found cigerrates in the balcony. Found clothes scattered over the room and a packet of condoms. Unused, prolly way past the expiry date condoms. That sorta explains the sulking, doesnt it !?

And the motherfucking mazaa bottle is still staring at me.

"come to meeeeeeeeeeeee babieeeeeee"