How wicked is that.? =D
Now, that the hole where the hangover in my head resided has been filled, the empty fridge which just contains a carton of milk, half-a-bottle of coke and my Birthday 'Paulus' - (I should really finish them but they look so nice in their fancy bottles) needs to be filled. I hate doing grocery shopping. Such a drab - firstly, being broke doesn't help. Secondly, I almost always go over-board with the meat and ready-made foods and chocolates and god knows what else will be there on the aisles that day.. I DON'T LIKE GROCERY SHOPPING.! *especially, when I have to cook all the food* =P
Does anybody also wake up after certain nights with scratches all over them. Infact, I know one person who gets up with bruises in the weirdest of places on her body. *ha ha ha* - I think there are some mysterious forces at work when we're asleep. Maybe we're victims of unseen dark beings or maybe even light monsters.? I'd love to know how common this is..
Continuing with the light and dark theme, I have another observation. If people have a similar fixation as I do with Serial-Killer and Crime mystery shows and movies, have you ever noticed how the killer is always a Caucasian Male. In some cases, a Caucasian Woman and even rarer cases Cauasian Couples that is aimed to mix it up and shock the 'be-jeezes' out of us. But, and here is where I make my point - Why do we not find any, and i mean, ANY Black Serial Killers or Sex Predators.!!
Can I scream out "Racism.!!" here.? Exclamations included. I get it not.
And, then Mr. George screams out "Freeeeedooom" on Mtv. I like his music, I think he had or probably still does have, a really good voice and some pretty smooth tunes.
The other week, I was at Hunkemรถller helping the 'bow. And, the range of choices, colors, designs and texture available to them is fantastic. *Phew.!* I didn't know where to look and I almost had an impulse akin to the Grocery Shopping where I wanted her to buy 'em all. :P Needless to say, I wasn't allowed to make any more decisions, apparently screaming "YES.!!" with out-stretched arms pointed to the heavens with legs slightly far apart like you had just scored the winning goal for the World Cup wasn't helpful.
Women. Go figure.
Speaking of Women, I had this funniest of incidents the other night at the afore-mentioned Party we hosted. It was so awesome, as I keep repeating. If you don't believe me ask the 64 other people that attended. Now, in this party, I did something on a small scale that I had always wanted to do for a few years. That of tending a bar. I have filled in for people before but this time I took over for half-a-party. What great fun. I don't know any cocktails but, it's such a nice way to meet people and even better get 'em tipsy and make fools of themselves and still be good friends the next day. *ha ha ha* Yes, socially-retarded people as I need such tactics to make friends. We all need help. But, this goes well-beyond that. It always looked a lot of fun and it sure as hell was. Would love to do it again so, if anyone's throwing a party - you got yourself a bar-man. I'll also try and learn some tricks to spice things up.
Anyway, back to my pre-interrupted thought on women and how it is impossible to figure them out. As I tended the bar and sipped my brew with gay (the happy one) abandon, I had one particular guest come up to me atleast thrice, hold me by the arm and whisper: "I admire you. I think you have a very high integrity and I really admire that". This would not have been so hilarious (strange, it still would have been) had it not been for the fact that I had never seen her before that day or even spoken to her prior to the first of those statements and perhaps taking her order. Yup - Strangely Hilarious.
I probably should have asked what made her think I had a high one. It'd definitely have been a first. Missed a trick there, I guess. The 'bow and I sure did share a laugh over that story last evening while we waited an eternity for our meal at this Indian Restaurant by the canal. (Btw, if your food is delayed and the 'bow is your dinner partner, best be to take the side-alley - I have never seen someone go downhill so fast). I think I'm screwed once this post goes up.
I better make it up by downloading "Arthur". This movie looks hilarious. I don't think she'd want to punch me while she's laughing her stomach out. *sneaky.? I know*
I need new clothes. *sigh*
On a a final note, a whisper of solace, a yell of fire, a hug of warmth and a kiss on the cheek for a brother fighting a battle beyond the deep blue sea. It is not a war, I hope but a battle which he WILL get through. Don't let the bastards grind you down, Nabil.!
Life is too short to worry about little histrionics and moments of sanity. Aren't the greatest adventures the unplanned kind.? Something to ponder over, time to grow those balls and take off into the foliage only to come out half-bruised, dirty beyond recognition but alive and hopefully even free.
Disclaimer: Some events may have been exaggerated on a small level to get the effect consciously or subconsciously. =)
