Blew eight hundred rupees on beer. Felt miserable for spending so much. Bought two T-shirts and devoured a chicken roll for salve. Came back, did laundry. With one hand. Colour ran from a T-shirt. Destroyed three shirts and one other T-shirt, in turn.
My life has lost all meaning.
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You could do some batik prints on the tees now?
And another chicken roll, perhaps :)
Curd Rice, I say.
this will all make meaning later. you are but die in the hands of your personal godthing, who also needs to laugh from time to time.
t-shirts become barir t-shirts. :-)
ish i wish i could meet you re, but god knows how many years later that will actually happen. or if it ever will again.
Don't you just hate hate it when colour runs!?
Haha. You had a dog day. :P
Eight Hundred?
Haw.
@Sugar M: I've been sticking to vegetables for some time now. I am surprised.
@PK: Non.
@Choo: We shall meet. We shall.
@Tuna: Yes. Though hate is a strong word.
@Shristi: Yes.
@Sarbajaya: Can you imagine, there was a time I'd go into depression for weeks if I did anything like that.
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