Fridays.

I ramble. I am unable to concentrate on work and instead of creating speaker profiles, I am cracking up at the “achievements” these guys have ummm achieved? They are well established, mostly rich i.e heavily salaried? and well… so so so bad looking! I am quite upset. I won’t want to marry one of their kids… earlier I had considered conning some younger high flying successful rich bastard but then… they are so bastardly or eccentric that they are scary. The plan, when I lose all hope and want to run away and become a “home-maker”, is to marry a rich fucker or a rich gay guy… Yes, I come up with such plans. I also plan to save till I can afford to either run a shack in Goa or run a cafe in the hills. Books, cakes, alcohol. Love-ly. No I don’t need a man but how convenient to not work and still have an income. How lovely!

B-L-A-HHH!

It’s Friday. I don’t want to work. I don’t care if our conference dates clash with fuckin Karvachauth and that you want to bring your wife along… Why would ANYONE take their wife on a vacation and make her starve! Or why would anyone care about Karvachauth! Most importantly, why would you think I care?! Why! Go sit at home and watch your wife starve herself silly so that YOU can live longer. Such CRAP.

C-R-A-PPP!

The wind is strong and the smoke disappears too quickly. Too too quickly. The hair is a mess. A tangled mess, at least its soft. Soft hair that your hands grab sometimes… Some people have no control. He STARED at her. She Blushed. Ufff. No control. Hands held are alone so quick, so fast. Baby won’t you duel with me? Duel… ing. Or draw ‘em guns. Phallic symbols are quite prevalent. They surround me. What’s the opposite of a phallic symbol? Vaginic? Ugly Duckling? Maya? Anyone? You there?

W-O-H-OOO!

There is too much to do. Too little time. Actually very little productive time. I wish I was away. I am away from my desk right now. You Tommy. You took the jam out o’ my donut. Staring into blue eyes is a very surreal experience. They leave me cold and shivering. Green is a pretty colour… but baby your eyes don’t make me melt. They startle me and make me think of Adrianna Rich (my first attempt at short story writing back when I was leetul, resulted in Ms Rich’s character – Green eyes, auburn hair, vampire. Seriously how affected was I?). Now give me ‘em chocolate eyes to stare into and I’ll devour you! Ummm… I can right? Ok fine, I’ll wait till “EOD” (end of day).