Is it happening or not? eh?
I don't have pikchurs from last night. Drrrrrunk people. Tee-hee. I returned home at about one in the morning. At around twelve-ish there was this (drunk) dadu at Someplace Else who was dancing with a school bag on his back. The kinda things you see there--troolee surreal.
So I had draught beer. Can't differentiate it from lager.
I have ranted about me fatness here before. I've grown fatter since I turned veggie. Unexplained, right? But after yesterday's dinner, a little more paunch can be easily explained: Cold Everest (a la Mocambo), chanachur and cheese bishkoots with beer (Someplace Else).
Everybody, it seems has been to the Atrium or some other 5 star resto. Bill footed by rich relatives or someone like that. I want a rich relative or a rich (someone else's) bf or a rich couchsurfer willing to treat me. I want to have Tia Maria and Cointreau, Irish Cream and Tequila Sunrise, Daiquiri and and other fancy sounding cocktails that i can sip daintly from pretty glasses.
mara kushti bah armaan
13 hours ago