The point is that i have stopped writing. Am not saying that am a fantabulous writer. my poetry is inane and weird and too fairy-talish and i rant. But then, this is my blog, so am allowed to do that, i guess. Plus, I have been very busy lately. No, reellly. pliss to believe me. Not fucking around. Attending classes with grit and precision. Not abusing the administration in college. Working. Teaching this kid, who stares and yawns,and is a chatterbox, and is really bad with his prepositions.But he is cute and chubby. Am just there, as always, a little lost. A little detached. And a little mad. Holidays make me happy because i can catch up on sleep, and i can go to the joo when i want to and just be there with the boyfriend. I went through my insane, angry phase, and M was rather amused and irritated. And i did pester my favorites. heh. sorry. i love you all.
Bumble called out to me today as i was walking down the stairs. She said :" Hello Brightness!" That made my day. Ignoring the fact that i was wearing a very bright kurta(which is pretty, in its defense) how can you not be happy when you are being labelled as brightness itself? okay, am a little spoilt, but i do love it. I want to be the princess. And i don't want to grow up, in particular.
