alcohol: that’s one way to describe my birthday. there was a lot of it. and for once i had fun on my birthday. this despite the fact that on the 27th, i had my second ever panic attack. i called up home all breathless and freaked out and only succeeded in freaking my mum out… my dad called back later to check on me and then wanted to know how it was i knew the term “panic attack”. huh! so much for being daddy’s precious little girl; i did psychology for 5 years… d-uh!
The lovers (Mishty + the Ass & Mak + the Germ) bought me floaters… yay! Pink & grey: Nike. I’m really not a brand person, but when Nike first opened shop here, they didn’t have shoes my size… their staff informed me that I’d have to wait a bit till their kids section came to bangalore… Bah! Well up theirs! I get adult shoes my size thank you very much…
My aunt from Delhi (my absolute favourite one) got me a pretty ring and conned me into a chaperoned blind date with some guy she met on Facebook; i.e. a stranger. I mean, my gawd!!!!! I ran before he showed up. Pity though because her friend (40+ & married) was hot!!!!
I did the whole drunk dialing thing again. On my birthday that is. No, I’m not telling you any details but let’s just say alcohol + rampant hormones are never a good combination. In the future, I’m either calling Joe or I’m telling whoever it is I’m with, to take my phone away from me…
She who called me at 3 am was endlessly entertained though, so it wasn’t all bad…
I met my drummer-boy the next day & here’s the thing… the zing was just not there!!! I’m not saying I hate the guy now, I’m just digging the fact that my head is un-clouded enough to facilitate intelligent conversation… Before, I’d go there and ramble on, get stoned & go to sleep. Now, we talk! Yay me!
I got lost on my way to his place, again. Much to his annoyance / amusement, I couldn’t really tell. The boy’s got skills though! He was working on this sari that needed to be painted as part of some restaurant’s interior decorative thingy and it was beautiful… but me being me stepped on the sari first… before he physically snatched me away from the vicinity…
Man, my landlord is an arsehole! First off, my geyser’s not working and he’s done diddly-squat so far. So everyday I die a little. The water is abnormally cold in my loo. I tried to heat water in my rice-cooker but every time I use that for anything other than maggi, it causes the electricity to trip. So after half an hour of attempting to heat the water, I get barely lukewarm water that just about takes the teeth off the ice from the water in the taps. So I’ve just given up. I run to Mishty’s and luxuriate in the hot shower… I can’t keep that up for too long though. I’m going to withhold my rent till the bloody geyser’s fixed. If that wasn’t enough, the old buzzard…
**hey, Mc Kenna’s Gold: old turkey buzzard suddenly popped into my head. Whatte song… at least I think it was that movie… I didn’t stay awake for more than the opening credits. I think the only one who managed was the Ponytail… I think. The song was insufferable enough, but I stray away from the cruelties of my landlord. Like I was saying…**
The old buzzard has asked me to fuck off during the Christmas season because he needs my room as his son is getting married. Is he even allowed to do that to me? Mak is all incensed on my behalf and says that I should give him the finger and stay put. But, I don’t do stuff like that… I’m peaceful. [Which according to Mak, translates to me letting folks walk all over me] I can’t remember the last time I lost my temper…
No, wait. I do remember. It was when I came back to my room & discovered my roomy had changed it around; without telling me. I went berserk, I went to Shals’ room and proceeded to beat up her bed with her pillow and I threw my phone against the wall which completely totaled it. She totally freaked out, but that was followed by amusement… I think. Bit rich coming from her… (
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I digress again. My point is, what am I going to do? I told Mishty who I hope is going to ask her mum if I can stay there. But it’s Christmas time… (a) I’ve no idea what my plans are and (b) if I’m going to be in Bangalore, I’d feel weird just showing up at Christmas time… I mean, I’m a Scrooge but that doesn’t mean I want to dampen their Christmas spirit time… sigh… and I’m never telling my folks. My dad will call my arseholey landlord up and be all nasty. He never thinks of the fact that I’m the one who’s going to have to face the dude later.
Oooooooooh… just remembered. Have thingy tomorrow that if successful, will mean that I’ll have to move out of Richmond road… that’s sad. I love my place. I always fantasized that if I moved out of there, it’d be into an apartment with Su… She’s about the only one I can live with.
My party-boy’s in town and so far, I’m glad to say that other than one ‘incident’ which was before he even actually moved here, I’ve been able to hang out with him and not be tempted to do anything…
I’ve even made up with the Circle. We’re all friendly now…