gah!
Almost a month since I last tread on this happy ground! Good Lord in Heaven, I'm a dimwit.
Reason for not posting? I haven't had too much stress, and whatever I did, Shaima-poo took care of it. But now? I'm plagued, yes PLAGUED by relatives, the fucking freaks.
So my mom's cousin gets back from paki-land after neatly wrapping up a rather large business transaction, aka, his arranged marriage. And now, everyone has had to visit everyone to well wish them. We're even visiting his mom's side of the family (who we're distantly related to), to congratulate THEM on HIS marriage. wtf, you ask? I'll tell you wtf is going on here: madness. BLOODY CULTURAL MADNESS!!!!!
more gah.
I feel horrrrrible b/c my friend got into a "crash" *snort* and I feel responsible. Don't ask me why, I just do. And the fucking indian freak we "crashed" into wants her to pay for a dent she didn't make!! AAARGH! Indians make this world a v. pathetic place. And I'm indian too, so in't that wondaful?
Elizabeth Taylor can NOT act. Why's she so famous? The woman spouts Shakespeare like the chicks in Clueless, not a classically trained actor!
Also, everyone pray for Auntie Raffath. She's not at all well.
So my life is over. My aunt (who houses half her smelly junk in our garage) is over. And she's sorting thru her crap again. And she's constantly lecturing my mom on how I should be more genteel and and cultured and delicate. Delicate my foot! I could NEVER be delicate, the little focker.
She also looks at me with that LOOK. Y'know, the look old aunties give you, up and down, as if they're trying to size you up to see if you're good enough for their son? Well, at least her fobberrific sons are married, but I heard her telling my mom of some "vunnderful" nephews of hers in New Orleans. ARRGH! Dixie land hicks? I DON"T think so! One of them came here a few years ago, and I thought he was alright, but he wasn't talking to me, I soon realized. He seemed to be talking to my chest, for that was where his gaze had arrested itself. The nerve of that perv!
I'm feeling quite writery today.
ugh. the smelly aunt made me carry some of her crap inside. Her stuff is so smelly it's given me allergies. and now I smell too. must shower, this is disgusting. bye for now.
Quote of the day comes from Erum...
Apa! You don't look purple!!
Yes, I love my stink.
wait, I just thought of a better one....I'll be nice and not reveal the speaker's name--hehee.
"Woah! You're right, I coulda just used the capslock key, instead of shift!"
I love ya too, m'dear ;)
Reason for not posting? I haven't had too much stress, and whatever I did, Shaima-poo took care of it. But now? I'm plagued, yes PLAGUED by relatives, the fucking freaks.
So my mom's cousin gets back from paki-land after neatly wrapping up a rather large business transaction, aka, his arranged marriage. And now, everyone has had to visit everyone to well wish them. We're even visiting his mom's side of the family (who we're distantly related to), to congratulate THEM on HIS marriage. wtf, you ask? I'll tell you wtf is going on here: madness. BLOODY CULTURAL MADNESS!!!!!
more gah.
I feel horrrrrible b/c my friend got into a "crash" *snort* and I feel responsible. Don't ask me why, I just do. And the fucking indian freak we "crashed" into wants her to pay for a dent she didn't make!! AAARGH! Indians make this world a v. pathetic place. And I'm indian too, so in't that wondaful?
Elizabeth Taylor can NOT act. Why's she so famous? The woman spouts Shakespeare like the chicks in Clueless, not a classically trained actor!
Also, everyone pray for Auntie Raffath. She's not at all well.
So my life is over. My aunt (who houses half her smelly junk in our garage) is over. And she's sorting thru her crap again. And she's constantly lecturing my mom on how I should be more genteel and and cultured and delicate. Delicate my foot! I could NEVER be delicate, the little focker.
She also looks at me with that LOOK. Y'know, the look old aunties give you, up and down, as if they're trying to size you up to see if you're good enough for their son? Well, at least her fobberrific sons are married, but I heard her telling my mom of some "vunnderful" nephews of hers in New Orleans. ARRGH! Dixie land hicks? I DON"T think so! One of them came here a few years ago, and I thought he was alright, but he wasn't talking to me, I soon realized. He seemed to be talking to my chest, for that was where his gaze had arrested itself. The nerve of that perv!
I'm feeling quite writery today.
ugh. the smelly aunt made me carry some of her crap inside. Her stuff is so smelly it's given me allergies. and now I smell too. must shower, this is disgusting. bye for now.
Quote of the day comes from Erum...
Apa! You don't look purple!!
Yes, I love my stink.
wait, I just thought of a better one....I'll be nice and not reveal the speaker's name--hehee.
"Woah! You're right, I coulda just used the capslock key, instead of shift!"
I love ya too, m'dear ;)