poverty and it's many ugly faces !

my feet, they hurt. the right foot it hurts more. it's been hurting for a while. the blessed pony shoes, they don't do much for my feet besides looking good. so yes, the feet they hurt. and I know what the doctor is going to say, it's the driving. so now I must keep a driver, which actually isn't that bad a thing, only if drivers ddn't charge.

there are these peeps, friends of my parents, a couple I am not much fond of , but suddenly the husband, he has found much love and respect from me. because truly, after a sunday that began with meetings which is blasphempous it is to hear someone go "beta, you are looking so good, you have lost so much weight".

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Awww, I love you too uncle and auntyji and your children and yes for today i will ignore how annoying you are. But the mother, she must she always spoil joyous moments of pride. She went, of course he'll lose weight, he refuses to eat. She makes me sound anorexic. I mean, yes I want to be anorexic, but I am still far away.

the gutterspace, she isn't a very nice woman. she doesnt support my cause which justifies spending an obscene amount on the gucci sunglasses I saw today and neither did she persuade me to buy the slim fit fcuk denims which looked so nice. agreed, they were just like the pair I had on, but they were a size smaller [hee haw]{and my current pair, they have become lose ok] and ummm my dark blue denims have a beige'ish base and they had a blue'ish, you know what I mean !?

but the real point being, the gucci shades, they're almost the same prize as the issey miyake watch. what should I spend the money [that I don't have] on !? shades which will protect my eyes and spread the vision of my design, thus saving the world from bad design and such catastrophe's or a watch, which will help me see the time and remind me of how i am running out of it.[and what a wonderful job it will do, no?]

other than being poor and not having enough money to indulge in myself, i got drunk last sunday over brunch and then in my drunk state was taken to shiv sagar, where i was fed insane amounts of coffee, idli, masala dosa and I am told I also guzzled some watermelon juice. And of course, gutterspace had taken it as her mission to NOT LET ME BE DRUNK AND THUS HAPPY, so she kept stuffing lime wedges in my mouth and then finally I was made to puke.

I don't think the guys at shiv sagar or out of the blue want to see me anytime soon. having said that, the guys at vama don't want to see me either, cuz I got them to bill me for clothes that at the last moment I decided not to buy.

Being poor sucks.

Anyone listening !?

GOD, are you !?