Friday, January 30, 2009
I randomly crave for certain eatables at un-godly hours.
the other day:
I was starving.
The chapatis weren't tempting me.
I bought a pack of Britannia bourbon.
My mind was racing...
"Sorry my love, I have been unfaithful. I have been guiltily snacking on potato chips for a while now. Pardon me. But know this, I never forgot you... ever. Thought about you... all along....
But do not weep, for I have to returned.
This is our destiny. I have you in my arms now. I ask for nothing more."
(at this point I take a break to laugh my butt off, oblivious to the bored/annoyed expression on YOUR face)
(I now continue the narration)
I ripped the packet open, which I noticed had changed (a considerable bit) over time.
With the gastric juices completely at work, I plunged my hand into the packet and pulled one baby out- all the while muttering "yum.... yum... yum...."
I gazed at it.
*whip cracking noise*
Eyes: widen in shock.
Salivary Glands: suddenly defunct.
Violins in the background: grind to halt.
One. Sugar. Crystal.
Just one bloody sugar crystal on the entire rectangular space...
What happened to so many sugar crystals that used to almost cover the biscuit?!
I checked out the other pieces!
My heart fell.
I felt like the Prince, who after being banished from his kingdom for epic-inspiring-reasons, returns to see it in evil hands.
Tears, then anger, consumed me!
I declared war!
(I now decide to cut out on anymore possible Ramayan-ish innuendos from this narration and mellow down my tone)
Disappointed, I finished the pack of sugar crystal deficient "bubbon bikki"... reminiscent... of the days in Jodhpur... and this biscuit then...
Sitting on the swing, I let the wave of mixed feelings crash against me. Over, and over again.
And I wordlessly asked no one in particular...
"you think they got them too? britannia little hearts... do you...?"
And I realised i had this well formed tear, sitting at the corner of my right eye...
I bent my head... closed my eyes...
It rolled right down...
* * * * * *
Its 4 bloody am.
I think I have insomnia.
Enrique's music is gay.
I want some hot, "full of flavour" melt-in-the-mouth seekh kababs.
Right now x(
I am salivating.
Like you aren't. biiiitch.
Willing to even go brush my teeth for it!
Its 4 bloody am.
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More on "Why I'm listening to great music form the 40's, 50's and 60's" soon.
Also, listen in on what movie I watched over the weekend & how I killed a grizzly bear in an epic tale of love, nutrition and symbiosis.
Stuff I want to post about but cant find enough smart-ass words:
*cell phones (i want to throw mine away 'cuz it wont stop beeping.)
* and... about my "me nooo shut up, ever." disease
time: 0430 hours.
Good morning folks.