Joanne in an unusually conversational mood was telling me about the three of us today. She said that we were like three intersecting circles. Each our own and each of each other. Well that's how I would say it. She'd be more technical.All intersect at some point but the rest do their own thing. That's how she'd say it.
Like the trinity symbol I thought.
It works, I said.
It does, she agreed.
Conversation:
Joanne: How did the three of us come for the same parents
Kiran: Why?
Joanne: 'Cause we think so differently about so much stuff
Kiran: True
although I think Laura and I are somewhat the same
somewhat
Joanne: Nope
Kiran: No?
Joanne: We all have oints of convergence
points
Kiran: Of course we do
Joanne: Think of it like three circles
Kiran: Yeah :)
Trinity
Joanne: All intersect at some point but the res does its own thing
Kiran: That works
Joanne: Cool
ok gonna watch gilmore girls bye
have fun
Kiran: Bye
I want to hang out with my sisters. They're the only ones that laugh at anything I have to say. That and they sometimes pay for my coffee.
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
Garbled Blah?
I didn't forget his birthday. I was too preoccupied finding a place to park my ass not to mention luggage.
I didn't forget his either. I was too busy getting my ass on a plane out of there to remember.
Everyone else's? I forgot.
And on a terribly isolated note. I hate everything and everyone.
Okay I don't really. But I do miss extreme and emotions.
And just for the record, just because I say I didn't remember, it doesn't mean I forgot.
I didn't forget his either. I was too busy getting my ass on a plane out of there to remember.
Everyone else's? I forgot.
And on a terribly isolated note. I hate everything and everyone.
Okay I don't really. But I do miss extreme and emotions.
And just for the record, just because I say I didn't remember, it doesn't mean I forgot.
OfcourCe
I asked him if we would still be friends.
What I actually meant was, would I still be friends with him.. and I was asking myself.
What I actually meant was, would I still be friends with him.. and I was asking myself.
Sunday, November 27, 2005
My body's finally gone onto auto pilot. That and I suddenly feel like I've grown older in the last two weeks. I suppose, a good thing a month and a week and a few days shy of my twenty fourth birthday. It was bound to happen sometime. Went out dancing last night. Good fun. I came in a tiny bit late to work today [I'm never late]. 'Je suis desolee', I said. 'Je suis en retard'. 'Oh don't worry about it', said my manager. Isn't he lovely ? :)
And also I think I might be able to leave earlier today. Lovlier!
Oh and I hate the malls here.They're too big and painful.
K
And also I think I might be able to leave earlier today. Lovlier!
Oh and I hate the malls here.They're too big and painful.
K
Thursday, November 24, 2005
Irony: The worst sort
How can you be in love with someone who doesn’t love you back?
[Extracted from some random stranger's blog]
[Extracted from some random stranger's blog]
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Thursday, November 17, 2005
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
So here's the story. I leave one cracked woman inhabited house and move to another where the women are great but the neighbour lady believe it or not thinks 'snoopy' is the coolest thing ever!
The problem is this. People in this country are not allowed to sub-let appartments without the knowledge of the landlord. Of course in this instance, where I am, everything is very much over the table and all those concerned parties that need to be, have been informed accordingly. Of course Snoopy next door doesn't know this and true to her namesake she decideds to make it her business to find out what exactly is up?!
It's like everytime I want to enter the house, she's there. As if she's waiting by the door, waiting for a chance to jump me.
So the other day I'm getting my clothes stand into the appartment, trying to be as quite as possible [of course that never happens]. I get myself into the appartment, not two minutes and the bell rings. There she is snooping around the door. And there I am watching her through the peep hole and of course laughing my evil laugh. To start with I simply refused to open the door for her. And there she was, you know how it is in the movies when people try to look through the peep hole from outside and their faces become really big? Entertainment! I say. So she rings the bell a couple times more and then goes off with a 'there's something up and I'm going to get to the bottom of it' determined look on her face.
And so I came to the conclusion that the world is full of cracked women. It just is.
The problem is this. People in this country are not allowed to sub-let appartments without the knowledge of the landlord. Of course in this instance, where I am, everything is very much over the table and all those concerned parties that need to be, have been informed accordingly. Of course Snoopy next door doesn't know this and true to her namesake she decideds to make it her business to find out what exactly is up?!
It's like everytime I want to enter the house, she's there. As if she's waiting by the door, waiting for a chance to jump me.
So the other day I'm getting my clothes stand into the appartment, trying to be as quite as possible [of course that never happens]. I get myself into the appartment, not two minutes and the bell rings. There she is snooping around the door. And there I am watching her through the peep hole and of course laughing my evil laugh. To start with I simply refused to open the door for her. And there she was, you know how it is in the movies when people try to look through the peep hole from outside and their faces become really big? Entertainment! I say. So she rings the bell a couple times more and then goes off with a 'there's something up and I'm going to get to the bottom of it' determined look on her face.
And so I came to the conclusion that the world is full of cracked women. It just is.
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Thursday, November 10, 2005
Monday, November 07, 2005
Dance Away
Now I know I must walk the line
Until I find an open door
There was I - many times a fool
I hope and pray, but not too much
Out of reach is out of touch
All the way is far enough
Courtesy:http://mslitigious.blogspot.com/
Until I find an open door
There was I - many times a fool
I hope and pray, but not too much
Out of reach is out of touch
All the way is far enough
Courtesy:http://mslitigious.blogspot.com/
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