Friday, January 1, 2010

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!

9 comments:

Unknown said...

no doughnuts... just a helluva lotta 'fruit punch'... still have a mild headache... i think i know what you mean, or maybe i just think i think i know what you mean... but, nevertheless - happy new year. hic!

btw, nice post! :-)

ad libber said...

Are you talking about Mad over Donuts? Because I think I dream about them sometimes. Especially After Eight.

Happy New Year.

~Moo-lah Buz!nezzz~ said...

you must be talking about Mad Over Donuts....double troubleeeeee!!!!
ooooh,i orgasm every time i eat it!!!

Llama said...

Doughnuts are such wonderful creatures that even the ones at CCD rock. :)

Btw.. I always somehow pictured you as surrounded by fat, lazy, purring cats. Would've never have expected you to be scared of 'em.

Anonymous said...

i loved all ur post specially ur tags....

Anonymous said...

Aaah the wonderful doughnuts of MOD...though I have never tried the black currant one...

Kitkat said...

Heyya..m not a fan of doughnuts though, but like the way u write..gr8 work...

Anonymous said...

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Anonymous said...

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