Most coffee smells better than it tastes. Expectations seem
to ruin everything, from movies to people.
I am pleasantly surprised at my increased frequency of
blogging. And of day dreaming, but that is a whole different can of worms. I
sometimes think about whether I should start a new blog, one that will be more
successful, because this one is too personal to become one. But the prospect is
about as inviting as slowly peeling off my own skin.
Vigorous jazz handsssss are going to happen soon to me and
my roommate, and I’m looking forward to it. Being more fit will also happen as
a result, I dare to assume.
My parents are leaving Thursday. Their trip here resulted in
an increase in my fridge magnet collection and my appetite. I stuffed all the
places they could possibly see in 3 weeks into this vacation. Got to hear
stories about my dad, like the fact that Shiv Sena guys once threatened to
stick a knife in his back. Can’t make up my mind about whether this is cool or
not. Judgement call, I suppose. Parents are a weird species.
They say that the way to a man’s heart is though food. Screw
men, I’m perpetually hungry. Feed me (the person who this is directed at knows who they are). I want 408-CHICAGO now.
Need I tell you about how your blogging frequency makes my life happier? :)
ReplyDeleteThe parental units are off so soon? I'm talking to them today. Pinky promise.
Also, what is Jazz Handssss?
Jazz Hands are no longer hapening to Sherin :( Just me. Its a Jazzercise class that groupon offered :) She forgot to buy them before it expired. But seems like fun nonetheless :)
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