because I am in line next

so said my mothers sister in law
so said the aunt's son I don't know
so said the lady next door
so said cousin who got married last week
so said cousin's mother whose daughter was getting married
so said the random lady
so said the random lady's random husband
so said my brother in law
so said annoying drunk uncle
so said horrendously dressed lady I do NOT know
so said he
so said she
so said they

clearly, the world has not much to do other than obsessess over my marital status. Wudnt't it be fun, to have THEM ALL under one roof and tell them there're a bunch of idiots who really need a life, come clean to them and then finally look at them all in the eye, those who are hideously dressed and go "sweetieeeeee, I would'nt step out if I were you, out to the left, I spotted a puddle, large enough for you to disappear, hurry now, be good"

of course, this is what I understand makes u wanna believe I am a mascara wearing, fending carrying queen and really, I don't say sweetie ever. Really.

Ask gutterspace if u may. I was very well behaved at her wedding. Even though there were hot men galore, I ddn't drool. Like a good boy, I stood as a side kick to her side kick and we bitched about people, the clothes and the tacky gift wrappings. Whilst I would have liked to wear cee's satya paul tie on which I had previously dropped butter chicken, my collar button wouldn't shut cuz errr .... ummmm .. I HAVE BECOME FAT. So I wore the versace tie which I don't like much. So there, I am a versace tie wearing faggot, not a fendi carrying one and really I don't say "sweetie" or "dahling" ever. I do ocassionaly once in a while say "item" "chamiya" & "bijlee". I am from bombay, it happens.

and I have seen a serious overdose of HOT men & women through the past two weeks of non stop weddings. And at the cousin's wedding, there be a very very very cute guy, who looked like jas arora, u know with that wierd cute nose et all. And then yesterday at the reception, I spotted him with his brother, who wore a fuschia pink scarf and had gay scribbled all over, only he was'nt half as cute.

Of course, the perfect ending to the evening was my dream where I dreamt that a frnd of mine had a house party and suddenly I had six pack abs and I hooked up with dino morea who wasn't like dino morea at all, but looked hot none-the-less.