when the river flows

It's so true, m'friend. The river has started to flow through this burning house. Well, not really a river- a few waves of water? I dunno- but it sure does feel a lot better. There were a lot of happenings today. I'm going to tell you each one of them in vignettes! Ok? Awesome. Today morning I woke up at the usual lateness. And started watching the totally beautiful "The Namesake" movie and the fucking channel goes mad. Errrr- fuck their stupid cables. Ok. Now you should listen to my awesomelicious stories! Yer all gonna go"WOOT!" people. Indeed.

The Returning Of The Annoying Neighbour-Kid

Guess what? The damn kid is back to his house! He did not come today and I am so very glad that I could lead my life without that kid nagging around! Well, he did come today morning. But I shooed him off and told him that I've got some important work to do on the piano. He told me he'd come later this evening, but didn't- thanks to Almighty! (Yaay, I'm god-believing again. Or at least, I think so.) And this, is the first incident. This amazing happening is what is called "The Return Of The Annoying Neighbour-Kid". Groovy? Totally.

Confessions To The AV Mastermind

Man, I love my titles. They're absolutely awesome and are so catchy! Ye, ye. So, today- I confessed to the great mastermind and a very gorgeous guy, (Gorgeous? I dunno- but he is gorgeous, for me, atleast. OKAY FINE! Oh well. Gorgeous. Ye. Gorgeous) and a great friend, the AV mastermind. (Okay. He messaged me first. So, my egoism theory didn't get spoiled.) And guess what, sweeties? He is the guy who Pooh's been talking about! He has a crush on this girl! Oh well- E's hope's all going down. Buh-bye, Elaine. Say buh-bye to the mastermind. Good. Now, today, I confessed to him. I told him a lot about this Pooh guy and he totally listened! And he totally helped me out. Now, this is what we call groovy. Ohhh yea!

Shrinking Red-Coloured List

And lasht, but naat the leasht. One helluva happening. Mr. Bling Bling aka Mr. Pooh comes and tells Mrs. Bling Bling (WTF? *whines* "I don't wanna get married to a Bling Bling!") that he's going on a damn tour to Calicut! Oh- WOW! What does that mean? Cut 12 whole days from that 30 day list I have with him. Now. This isn't groovy at all. Hey, that reminds me of that livejournal Dumbledore grooviness. Oh well. Fuck Dumbledore. Let's talk blingness! And I get totally pissed. And I write this rant which kicks your rant's ass! Now. Listen up, bitches.

A Stupid, Bitchy, Whining Rant That Loves Pooh!

Shit.

I'm so stupid. Yes, I am! I wanna go to some place, meet new cute boys and live my life good. Errr- I'm so fucked up, again. Oh, oh, oh, how many times will I be so? FOREVER. Btw, I started blogging on blogger 'cause I don' like 360. It isn't awesome enough. Okie, now, all y'people who know to count. COUNT NOW. It's May 3rd. AND WHAT?! And nothing. YOU HAVE NO RIGHT WHATSOEVER TO ASK ME THAT. SO SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LEAVE. NOW. NOW MEANING NOW, IDIOTS.

And to all those idiots who're still there, hey, I like you people. That means my rant is actually interesting. I like ranting. It makes me feel good. So- guess what? I get to cut off another 12 days from my ever shrinking 30 days list. Yeah? Yeah. Isn't it so awesome? I know. And I'm back to acting weird. WOW. WOW. WOW. Now, again, I repeat, I wanna go to Paris. I wanna buy perfume. I wanna find cute amazing boys and kiss them till I feel like stopping. I wanna meet some new people who'll actually care. I WANNA FIND "THE ONE" NOW! NOW! NOW!

Man, I talk a lot. But that's 'cause I'm female.

Shit.

A Fight With Poohness

Today; yet another fight with Pooh. Suh-weet. He told me that he causes me pain. (Sings with the song I'm listening to- "Cause I know you by HEART!!" Yeah. I love that son- WHAT?! Pain? Pooh-cause -pain-to-mushiness? Shit. Man, he's so blehed. I'm not hurt or anything- it's just that I don't want to lose him that's all. Yeah. And he thought he was hurting me. Well he is a little, but he's not. I love you, Pooh. Now shut. Yeah, and he went invisible. It's like WOW- I actually knew whether he was there or not. Now, isn't this back to groovy, folks? I agree. Awesomelicious. Yeah, and then I kept messaging him and he doesn't come out of his cute shell. And then he comes out at 11.30. No wonder I call him jerk. What? What'd you just say? Yeah. Indeed.

The Mushiest/Sweetest/Cutest Letter Ever Written In The History Of Mushiest/Sweetest/Cutest Letters

Yup! I wrote another cute, mushy, sweet letter to Pooh! And it's so beautiful. But you people, don't get to read it. It's exclusive! And ooh! It's darn private, all y'all! So. Go get lost, whine, bitch, or just read the next groovy vignette.

The Best Happening Of Them All

Very groovy? I don't think so. I think it's beautiful. I think it really is great being in love. And the best happening ever, today, is- that I cried. And one time, I wish I could cry right into his arms. He is the one. But still, he isn't. That's why I say- lol, I'm indeed ambivalent.

It's 12.22 here now, and I have to go sleep, 'cause I have to go to my neighbour's place (NOT TO THE ANNOYING NEIGHBOUR-KID'S HOUSE!) to get this USB, early morning, tomorrow. So I gotta go sleep now. Love you bloggie, but not as much as I love being married, yet happily divorced, yet painfully away- from my Mr. Bling Bling.