Confession time.
Sometimes, the only thing that keeps me from updating my blog is my smug laziness enveloped in pretentious multi-tasking. Whenever I am online there are at least six tabs open. Out of them six tabs, at least three are blogs and out of those three, at least two are bloody good enough to instigate me to update my own blog.
The problem is my laziness. I am too lazy to hit the "new post" button and even when I do that, I am too lazy to even think about what to write.
But I have a lot to tell y'all.
Firstly, my two new favorite words are y'all and bloody. Expect a heavy dose of that.
Secondly, I am an ass. I mean it. I am you friendly neighborhood donkey. Ok wait donkeys don't neigh...do they?
All I have been fantasizing about for the past week is the purchase of my long-time-due new phone. And ALL I wanted was an mp3 player endowed phone. You see, none of the media players on my comp are working. Please don't ask me reload windows or whatever..because
a] I will not understand what you're asking me to do [donkey,remember?]
b] I won't be able to do what you're asking me to do..thats because ...
i) see point a]
ii) see the first line of the second paragraph.
To clear the confusion, I will get back to saying what I started off with. All I wanted was a phone with an mp3 player. I dint have no grand money. I dint want no grand phone. Just a simple phone with an mp3 player.
A very soggy, rainy, bitchy, muddy, watery afternoon thereafter, with radiant flashes of how there were so many bloody phones around me in that store...so many companies..so many colors.. sets..features,how I was dazed and hence a little blind and confused and obviously spoilt for choice and as I came back home, all drenched and excited, the kind of excitement you can only and only have after buying a new phone, I realized the phone doesn't have one.
Mp3 player.
Thats what.
I couldn't exchange it because I'd already detached the free sim card that came with the set.
I am adopting various ways of consoling myself. Like trying not to listen to FM radio. Various people around me are trying to console me. The best consolation award goes to Nunkuda for telling me that Bombay FM is not all that sucky.
This constant business of meeting up with online individuals is getting more and more undefinable. Maybe thats because in the past year, the year that saw the violent revolutionary birth and the irresistibly glamorous growth of my online social life, I never got the chance of thinking about how it would be if the virtual became real. Again, that, in turn might be because I don't think much and I am just elementarily lazy. All that big talk with big words apart, I concluded there isn't any difference between reality and virtuality.
The people are the same. The stories, the same. The jokes, the same. And guess what? even the straight face is the same.
Seriously, there is no difference between a chat window and a coffee table.
Sometimes, the only thing that keeps me from updating my blog is my smug laziness enveloped in pretentious multi-tasking. Whenever I am online there are at least six tabs open. Out of them six tabs, at least three are blogs and out of those three, at least two are bloody good enough to instigate me to update my own blog.
The problem is my laziness. I am too lazy to hit the "new post" button and even when I do that, I am too lazy to even think about what to write.
But I have a lot to tell y'all.
Firstly, my two new favorite words are y'all and bloody. Expect a heavy dose of that.
Secondly, I am an ass. I mean it. I am you friendly neighborhood donkey. Ok wait donkeys don't neigh...do they?
All I have been fantasizing about for the past week is the purchase of my long-time-due new phone. And ALL I wanted was an mp3 player endowed phone. You see, none of the media players on my comp are working. Please don't ask me reload windows or whatever..because
a] I will not understand what you're asking me to do [donkey,remember?]
b] I won't be able to do what you're asking me to do..thats because ...
i) see point a]
ii) see the first line of the second paragraph.
To clear the confusion, I will get back to saying what I started off with. All I wanted was a phone with an mp3 player. I dint have no grand money. I dint want no grand phone. Just a simple phone with an mp3 player.
A very soggy, rainy, bitchy, muddy, watery afternoon thereafter, with radiant flashes of how there were so many bloody phones around me in that store...so many companies..so many colors.. sets..features,how I was dazed and hence a little blind and confused and obviously spoilt for choice and as I came back home, all drenched and excited, the kind of excitement you can only and only have after buying a new phone, I realized the phone doesn't have one.
Mp3 player.
Thats what.
I couldn't exchange it because I'd already detached the free sim card that came with the set.
I am adopting various ways of consoling myself. Like trying not to listen to FM radio. Various people around me are trying to console me. The best consolation award goes to Nunkuda for telling me that Bombay FM is not all that sucky.
This constant business of meeting up with online individuals is getting more and more undefinable. Maybe thats because in the past year, the year that saw the violent revolutionary birth and the irresistibly glamorous growth of my online social life, I never got the chance of thinking about how it would be if the virtual became real. Again, that, in turn might be because I don't think much and I am just elementarily lazy. All that big talk with big words apart, I concluded there isn't any difference between reality and virtuality.
The people are the same. The stories, the same. The jokes, the same. And guess what? even the straight face is the same.
Seriously, there is no difference between a chat window and a coffee table.
But what the heck. I don't even have an mp3 player.
*sniff*
*sniff*
