How the heck does it matter anyway as long as I have rainy afternoons, pudgy cupcakes with mushy romances to read!
Why is Asterix so tiny?
I love Snowy. He always imitates Tintin’s facial expressions.
Fluffy needs to be taken out of his plastic cover prison as soon as I get back to Chennai.
Crayons don’t taste as good as color pencil tips. Nor do they color that well. I used to hate crayons because they assumed
they could leave some portions of my picture uncolored.
Yes. I think retarded thoughts. But I also think about shopping lists, cellphone recharges and powercuts.
I need a large strappy white belt. For no particular reason.
The red towel disappeared from my life without warning. I need it back.
Google tires me with its ancient typography and in-your-face white. !@%$!%*
The best joke of the year was when he told me I am not strong-willed. Yeah right!
I once had a small Ganesh statue that drank milk from a saucer. I swear it is true!!!! 😦
What the hell is this font called Marlett in my MS – Word. It is always a bunch of squareS, arcs and things.
When I was younger, I used to have these red kerchiefs with big sanrio kitties on them. *sniff*
I always stain my white shirts when eating.
A friend named Sowmya wrote to me after 10 years and another friend named Sumitha called me after 6 years. Miracles!
I once lifted a little pup in my hands and realized that it had peed recently. Not a nice discovery let me tell you! 😐
Likewise, I had my aunt’s huge German Shepherd sprawled on my lap for an hour. When he got off I was covered in fluff.
The natural texture of my hair is pathetically frizzy. I straightened it and it took me four ruddy hours!!
I used to have an elephant Doy soap a year back.
I hate drinking water. Why the hell is it not flavored? 😡
I pick flowers and twigs off the street. Some of my friends hate me for that.
I have an underwear that has pink, green, blue and white stripes. It looks like candy. >:)
I swear I have some floppy disks at home.
…and the greeting cards that S.P gave me. (I am a sentimental fool!)
I used to say “All Indians are my brothers and sisters (except 1)” back in school during the National pledge. Forethought,
they call it! Hehehe!
I love swings.
I love sharpening pencils. I glue the shavings to my notebook and make flowers.
Note to self: Ok enough. Shut up.