meh. I have a confession to make. I am cheating.
Yes, I am cheating. And whatever you do-gooders are thinking right now, i do not care. I don't care that you think i am morally repugnant or that i will probably go to a very hot (no i dont mean chic) place after i die. I am cheating. Its completely true and i'm ashamed but i do not regret it. I'll say it one last time: I am cheating. On blogger. I'm cheating on blogger with wordpress. I feel horrendous. I mean, i'm usually a very loyal person i am! I stick by people who i believe in and i am pretty much an innocent-until-proven-guilty kinda person.
But gawd! Wordpress really rocks. I will of course continue the relationship i have with blogger but things, i know, will never be the same. sigh. change is sometimes a terrible thing.
So anyway, if you guys want a change of scene then this very blog is also on wordpress at the following location.
www.ilikebraying.wordpress.com
i am right now listening to John Paul White's "Can't get it out of my head". seems appropriate.
Ta fer now!
Neutiquam erro. Just directionally challenged.
Followers
I guffawed (and 'eew'ed) at
- "A woman's dress should be like barbed wire- restricted access with an unrestricted view"
- Ed Byrne
- Graham Norton's one liner "Children are a bit like farts, in that people like their own."
How much is that doggie in the window?
- Wickedcookie
- I'm funny, when I'm in the right company. I'm pretty much normal(much to the dismay of myself and a few family members, who i shall not name) My most distinct characteristic is probably my obsession with buying books. *sarcasm* Whoo-pee
Mine mine mine!
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Whats on my mind
McFly. Like all the time. i kid you not.
How else i could spend my time.
whether people in seventeenth century England were ever clean.
how much time it would take before i can see the Sistine Chapel.
whether time travel is possible and when i can have a go at it.
whether Cassanova was as cute as they say he was
whether freelancing is my thing
Labels
Rome
I'm obsessed with this place
Useless Metaphors that i am unashamedly proud of.
- Tears are like flavours from 'Lays' . Unless there are onions involved, they're just no fun.
- Sweat is like an AC. It cools you down like heck but its always like a big ol elephant in the room.
- Stationery is to a writer what antlers are to the Ibex.
Bubble thoughts
Correct me if I’m wrong but I think it is impossible to look pretty whilst scuba diving. Your mouth is wrapped around this big plastic nozzle thing, you can’t take it out unless suicide is on your list and the refractive qualities of water really don’t do you any further good. The nozzle in your mouth, your eyes wide open because of everything that you’re getting to see at that moment. That just makes you look like a fish on land- gasping forair with a gory-ish, surprised look on your face. I mean, seriously, the fish look better than you do at that point in time. In fact, the fish are laughing at you.
Sometimes I am walking down the road or sitting in a room and I happen to hear a part of a conversation between two complete strangers. Now this isn’t all that strange given that it happens to most of us and also that my eavesdropping skills are honed beyond belief. What is strange though is that I completely and utterly relate to what they are saying; like it’s a conversation out of my life. It makes me feel all warm n fuzzy about the human race.
Sometimes I am walking down the road or sitting in a room and I happen to hear a part of a conversation between two complete strangers. Now this isn’t all that strange given that it happens to most of us and also that my eavesdropping skills are honed beyond belief. What is strange though is that I completely and utterly relate to what they are saying; like it’s a conversation out of my life. It makes me feel all warm n fuzzy about the human race.
3 comments:
You is cheater.
You shall die in a "very-hot-no-I-don't-mean-chic" place.
why thank you. wat kind and eloquent friends have i! I feel quite the blessed child.
die, die
*Holds knife at Sharanya's throat*
Where is blog tag post? Huh?
WHERE?
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