Ting ting ti ting.

Happy new year to awl and sundry.
Tis' a blissful time of the year and I have converted myself into what I always wanted to be. Independent modern woman who attends parties and consistently finds herself in a state of inebriation one way or the other. Fuck that. Make it independent modern woman with bad spelling. I could not even get the spelling of independent correct the first time.

So now that I have become this party-hopper who drinks vodka with orange juice and travels from Andheri to Bandra(stoned) in an auto(stoned) just for doughnuts(stoned,totally)......... okay...digression ahead---->

Do you know how amazing doughnuts are? They are just.... I don't know what to say...somebody please put some words into my mouth...actually...please put some doughnuts into my mouth...make them milk chocolate with black currant jelly flavored.

Anyway, so I admit. Here is my admittance, my confession, out there in front of you, on your face, wrapped in a gift paper with shiny little doughnuts printed all over. I am a changed person. There is something about my ...whats the word... gait...that has changed tremendously. I am less responsible, less scared of cats and crossing roads, less bothered about things like blackheads and dandruff and whatever and yeah now I am the kind of person who's got these prominent collar bones. Not that i dint have collar bones before, just that I seem to have lost weight and well yeah.

I just realized, I have nothing else to say. Or well, I could tell you about the first time I got stoned alone and I played with lights and colour and sounds and taste(doughnuts) and I played with myself sewing together all thoughts with a heavily changed perspective and making this amazing doughnut out of what usually is my slow functional brain.
Thats it. Now I know. You know when you read autobiographical books and there are these years which are marked....like ....randomly...for example...for some guy Philip...the year 1984 was the year of his homecoming as a war hero, when he returned in his muddy soldier attire adorned with many a stars and his eyes dull with the cloud of smoke he had just left behind at the barracks.....okay..before i get too much into the character...what I was saying..The year 2010, for Dreamy will be marked as the year when doughnuts became her new cheesecake.

Cheers to that. Happy new year to everybody!