I hate phlegm
Dinner at Tasca's. Yay. Tapas always make me feel better.
"If you saw Atlas, the giant who holds the world on his shoulders, if you saw that he stood, blood running down his chest, his knees buckling, his arms trembling but still trying to hold the world aloft with the last of his strength, and the greater the effort the heavier the world bore down upon his shoulders—what would you tell him to do?"
"I…don’t know. What…could he do? What would you tell him?"
"To shrug."
Dinner at Tasca's. Yay. Tapas always make me feel better.
Posted at 6:04 PM 0 comments
Here I sit loftily on my bed propped up with pillows wrapped up in a blue blanket looking out the window at the distant sky listening to sad French love songs shivering with fever sipping Theraflu craving a cigarette and a cuddle.
Atlanta next week. La vie en Rose is a very good movie.
It has been said that the entire business school experience can be broken into two parts: 1) Autumn quarter core, and 2) everything else.This is the closest description to my own b-school experience I've come across. Nicely written and rings true. I'd recommend a read.
Posted at 10:04 AM 0 comments
Nothing good ever comes from being on the phone. I swear, the day I have a nice normal conversation with a nice normal desi man on that phone I will buy drinks for the entire town. Isn't technology supposed to bring people together?!
Posted at 6:48 PM 1 comments
Why can't I find normal nice desi men?! Why? Why? Why is every desi man I meet such a moron? Why? WHY?!?!?!?!?
Why the bloody hell am I still looking?! Why have I not given up yet? Wot the hell am I waiting for? It's not like it's going to happen. It's never going to happen.
ARRRGH!
Posted at 6:45 PM 0 comments
I think I get in touch with you because I want to give you a chance to explain why things went awry. Ok, things didn't go awry, you treated my like crap but I'm in a polite mood today. But you never do explain. And it's not like you need me to call you to remind you to do that. I mean it's only polite to explain why you've been an absolute arse to the person you've been an absolute arse to. And admittedly I didn't say very many fabulous things as well but did it have to be so uncomfortable? It's very frustrating to feel like you're the only one trying to mend broken bonds and you get the feeling that nobody really cares and it's prolly best that bonds are broken but wot you morons who feel that way don't understand is that the ones who want to mend the bonds obviously don't want them to be broken. I mean is that so hard to understand? There goes my polite mood. No seriously, were you born wired with that idiot gene or does it come out of years of practice of being an arse to people? This is why I despise your kind. You're shallow and insensitive and moronic. Now you're going to be one of the many shallow, insensitive and moronic reasons why I stop caring about bonds - creating them or breaking them. I'm going to turn into that person who is an arse to people by not reciprocating when they reach out. In fact, I'm going to go one step further into arseness and be that person who doesn't even acknowledge when people reach out. There. You've turned me into you. Fabulous.
And wot is so bad about wanting to feel better about myself anyway?! Stupid moron. Wish I'd never met you. I hate saying that because I actually do think that it's never a waste when you meet people and spend time with them because you learn or you love or you give and get good stuff even when things don't work out but honestly, I really do wish I could turn back the clock and reject you when I should have accepted you and then we wouldn't be in this bloody mess in the first place. Correction - I wouldn't be in this bloody mess. From wot it sounds like, you don't even want to acknowledge there's a problem. Stupid moron.
I'm going to Jesse's place now for a lot of booze and some drunken Wii boxing and a lot more booze and I hope to God you trip and fall over yourself and bruise your bloody knee and there's nobody around to hand you an icepack. I'm one step closer to being done with the likes of you.
Stupid moron.
Posted at 6:12 PM 4 comments