So when this lady at the-counter-where-I-get-my boarding-pass asked me if I have any seat preferences, I wanted to say 'Next to Mr.Cute Guy pliss?', but ended up going 'window, if its possible', which it wasn't, for that matter. I am always very unlucky when it comes to my seating in journeys. There was this time I had actually managed a window one, but then Auntyji decided to encroach upon mine, and I was too sweet to say anything. I normally remain very psyched through air journeys and so it doesn't really matter. Plus I can just catch glimpses of the outside anyway, unless of course, Uncleji decides to hog it all to himself. The weird part is every time I have an aisle seat, Unclejies and Auntyjies next to me have to use the lavatory multiple times during those 85 minutes. And then the Hedonistaah has to wake up from her psyche-induced slumber, and shift and blah and bleh. You know about all those movies and novels where they have the female lead sit next to a cute guy, and then they get talking, and so on and so forth. Never happens to me. Only Us and As.
Mom was faint with super high BP yesterday. 100/150. And to think she normally has low BP. And do you know why? Because moi was to travel alone. Sheesh. We are a family of highly emotional fools.
My Math tutor at the JEE coaching place was all "OMG, you have become even thinner! On a diet or something?". And I weighed myself at the Doc's today. 52!! EEEEEEE. So I am back to 52. And so I binge. For a month. Yay.
Breaking News:
My. mom. is. teasing. me.
With. a. guy.
Never. before.
Help.
PS - I love waking up to texts. *hint hint nudge nudge*
1 comment:
Oh no...I hate when my mum does it. It's like crossing all lines of normal motherly conduct.
Not cool.
Don't be harsh on the Us and As with multiple urinary emergencies. I for one am testament to the fact that having your feet 3000 feet above land brings about a certain perverted enthusiasm in your internal organ systems. Namely the bladder. The Holy B.
xox
Mish
PS:You're back?! EEEEEE!!!!
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