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Just how can a keyboard be a source of injury, though, is beyond me. Unless of course, somebody intends on falling asleep in front of the PC, and accidentally smacking his face onto this apparent WMD, or then of course, good ol' disconnecting it, and you know, kisi ke sar pe fekna.
*stares at her feet in the awkward silence*
Ok. I thought it was funny.
My two precious followers *beams*(yes I have a new one, apart from the pakka loyalist cuppycake choo-yash!), please don't disown me. Yet.
Tangential Note: The wizard of Uz, my Second Best Friend(this first second third best friend shit makes me feel like a baby, but I have a compulsive need of listing everything), "by mistake" *rolls eyes* deleted the first post of this blog, which somehow feels quite absurd, like wearing a dress without the undies on(!), but I can't do anything about it now, or can I??
-->Does ANYBODY know? Can we get back an old -deleted- post???<-- Passing thought: If while walking with my parents, I were to slip and fall, and yelled fug instead of shit, would they scold me? Being the quintessential good girl has its own demerits, Uz and I get our highs by saying fug in hushed whispers. In private. When nobody's listening. Maybe its the see-I-can-be-a-bad-girl-too thing. Do I talk like some pseudo-angelic-puppy-eyed chika? Its not pseudo darlings, look closely, and you can just catch the halo. Just went through what I had written. Ooh. Meet me at 1 am in the night, and your goldfish will seem to make more sense than I do. But then, my friends say they feel so even during the day...! PS: Yay Vasudha. Everybody hail, the tattletale! I heart your blog, and am excited crazy to have a follower who is not linked to me by blood, bench or bribe. :) Do update, its been eons.
Just how can a keyboard be a source of injury, though, is beyond me. Unless of course, somebody intends on falling asleep in front of the PC, and accidentally smacking his face onto this apparent WMD, or then of course, good ol' disconnecting it, and you know, kisi ke sar pe fekna.
*stares at her feet in the awkward silence*
Ok. I thought it was funny.
My two precious followers *beams*(yes I have a new one, apart from the pakka loyalist cuppycake choo-yash!), please don't disown me. Yet.
Tangential Note: The wizard of Uz, my Second Best Friend(this first second third best friend shit makes me feel like a baby, but I have a compulsive need of listing everything), "by mistake" *rolls eyes* deleted the first post of this blog, which somehow feels quite absurd, like wearing a dress without the undies on(!), but I can't do anything about it now, or can I??
-->Does ANYBODY know? Can we get back an old -deleted- post???<-- Passing thought: If while walking with my parents, I were to slip and fall, and yelled fug instead of shit, would they scold me? Being the quintessential good girl has its own demerits, Uz and I get our highs by saying fug in hushed whispers. In private. When nobody's listening. Maybe its the see-I-can-be-a-bad-girl-too thing. Do I talk like some pseudo-angelic-puppy-eyed chika? Its not pseudo darlings, look closely, and you can just catch the halo. Just went through what I had written. Ooh. Meet me at 1 am in the night, and your goldfish will seem to make more sense than I do. But then, my friends say they feel so even during the day...! PS: Yay Vasudha. Everybody hail, the tattletale! I heart your blog, and am excited crazy to have a follower who is not linked to me by blood, bench or bribe. :) Do update, its been eons.
8 comments:
i seriously doubt you are the quintessential good girl.. this is your second post in three with 'adult' content.. there are still a few months to go, honey.. :P 'wearing a dress without the undies on(!)', 'saying fug in hushed whispers. In private. When nobody's listening.'.. tauba tauba, bacchi haath se nikal gayi.. :D
'who is not linked to me by blood, bench or bribe' was actually the only really funny thing in this post.. lol, ok i was lying, but that appealed to me the most, may due to be the alliteration.. btw, am not related to you by blood, bench or bribe either, so hail Suyash too! :D
:O
Wearing undies is adult?! I used to wear them even when I was a kid, you didn't?
fug = screw. How come is screw allowed and not fug?
And I know you have ulterior motives for reading my blog.
Heh.
wearing undies is not adult, but not wearing them a la britney spears is a ahem, faux pas would be a kind word..
you contradict yourself, if fug is allowed, why dyu have to say it in hushed whispers.. btw, fug = screw. imagine you falling and yelling 'screw' :D
and ulterior motive, ha!
Gross.
I am not saying fug is allowed, am just asking an innocent question, ye bhed-bhaav kyu?
And ulterior motives, you know better.
LOL, you're funneh, woman! :P Shall update, soon enough. Just need to get out of the rut. Till then, fillers ahoy! *sigh*
Three followers, definitely not bad. It took me a year or summat to get two. *scratches head awkwardly*
Btw, you can repost your lost post if you have a copy of it saved. GReader keeps older/deleted posts too, so if you know someone who was following your blog when you posted that, I guess they might still have it on their Reader.
I like what you write! Yay! You got yourself another follower :D
And, at Vasudha : Over modesty?
Oh, by the way, I just noticed (I'm slow)..
Your blog's name :P
Coincidence! =D I like!
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