CAUTION:Sentimental Tomfoolery ahead.

I have lost the ability of thinking and figuring out the difference between right and wrong. Why waste time? My philosophy is simple...umm..i don't even know whether this is...err..a philosophy.

I do what I like doing. If I am laughing at your joke, it is because I get the joke and I think it is proper to laugh properly. BUT, it might also be because I have no idea what your joke was about and I did not understand it and obviously i don't find it funny, but I think laughing is the right thing to do..even if its a pretension of sorts.

so if its about right and wrong, its about what is right or wrong for ME.
I understand the confusion of my readers. I agree, this post is not going where it is supposed to go. In fact its not even going anywhere. So herein, I shall get a hold on myself and write what is right for me to write. err whatever.

I am not sure whether I can pull this off. Maybe its just too much.This post. A fine example of "overacting". Some might even call this sentimental tomfoolery. Right. so herein I have come across an apt title for this post. "Sentimental Tomfoolery". Sounds good. Hmm. Maybe one day I will write a book with this name. "Sentimental Tomfoolery" by Fayme Verdier. Yes. That is my future pen-name.

Anyway. Stop digressing. Get to the point.

This post is dedicated to You.
No I will not take any names. I know this sounds like but
No this is not about my
boyfriend/
potential boyfriend/
dream boyfriend/
imaginary boyfriend/
ex-boyfriend [not that I have any]
would be boyfriend [ not that I have any]

and the likes.

Just someone. At the cost of sounding cheesy...wait...not just cheesy..... hyper cheesy, hyper corny...someone special.hyper cheesy and hyper corny just about succeeds in reminding me of pasta. Steaming hot Pasta.

Ok stop wavering away from the point. Focus. Will you?

I think this is the point where I should declare that this post is platonic. This post is purely platonic. This post is the most purely platonic post in the history of Doleful Doldrums.

Yeah.
so anyway.
So this person turned 23 today.
Happy birthday.
I have already wished you and you said "thanks for remembering" and I made a straight face.

so anyway yesterday I wanted to wish him at twelve..I mean..today..I wished to wish him at twelve in the morning, but then I realized I have run out of balance and so basically I was stuck because I wanted to wish him and I couldn't. so..err..I pretended to call him and well...I spoke to him for one hour...I mean I pretended to speak to him for one hour...I would say something pretending to be me and then I would reply..pretending to be him.

No big deal. Have done this kind of a thing a lot many times before. In fact, it is because of such exercises that I think I have what it takes to be a potential schizophrenia patient.

Anyway. This "him" person is one of my favorite people of all times.
And I kind of had had a fight with him this December and I had kind of [horror] hit him in public and I had kind of decided to "kick him out of my life" after he kicked me out of his orkut friendlist. errr anyway. So it took me this pseudo phone conversation at twelve in the morning, on his birthday to realise that it is kind of impossible for me to kick him any which way. Ahem.

I wanted to write a lot about just how much I had looked up to him and just how very important he was to me ...I would like to say in "my life" but unfortunatly I will have to call it the peak of my online social stint.Also, I wanted to thank him for the sheer amount of support he generated. He might not have liked it, had he known, which I know he did not, but he was my default support system.

I couldn't help it then. I can't help it now.

All I can do is dedicate a godforsaken post in a dying blog.

Happy birthday.
Thank You.
god bless you.