JUST AN OFFICE FLIRT

office read: sexy chicks.mini skirts to flaunt those sleander waxed legs.coffee machine gossip. AND YOU HAVE THE element in crowning glory, oh dont think too big. . . hes
>>JUST AN OFFICE FLIRT

constant checking outs
'why are u looking so cute today' smses
flirting
continuous pop ups on fb
more flirting
luches together
with flirting
come lets fag-all the time
casual proposals every single day
some say hes a cute creep.some say hes a creepy bastard.
>>BUT HES JUST AN OFFICE FLIRT!

u knw hes irresistable, but you wont go that extra mile. u might try to extend that litttle finger, too afraid he may take the hand, or the whole if u may!
u knw behind those dates, there could be a ted bundy or some crazy silence of the lambs serial killer maniac types. SCARY!

but u do take that occasional peep, and wonder wats the guy upto.
u blush at the compliment he delivers every half an hour
and u wait for him to ask u out for the 100th tym..while u turn down the poor chap!
u wear ur sexiest just to blow the hell outta him,
tempt lil adam ..like ur just havin sum bitchy fun

HES JUST AN OFFICE FLIRT,
who waits in anticipation, maybe one day he'll get the taste of your cherry lips. UNFOTUNATE.

ALABAMA CALLING

wakeup.sleep.music.crap.dance.work.sleep.bored.sing.


isnt there a time when theres something that shocks you, something that blinds your day lights, and something that makes you sit up and go HEY! WTF! and you go berserk and wonder...
U DONT BOOZE, YOU DONT DO DRUGS, U DONT MAKE LOVE UNDER THE MOON
and then comes the dreaded realization THAT maybe , i think, and u think for sometime and wonder in all its glory 'do i have a life'
and you get your answer .... YEAH! ....
AND DEN ... YOU GO.. maybe
AND LATER YOU CONFIDENTLY SAY....

rohan says its STRANGER THAN FICTION when he made a group just to find that hottie chick of a thing, and went WOW to see like a 1000+memebers... im still in an OMG feeling

maybe he doesnt have a life too. the friends on fb with a 'im going to the loo now'status dont have a life too. mother who watches cranky ragas on star plus is as wierd. NO LIFE. people watching the t20 world cup, *makes oogling eyes*, matches washed by rains.. AND U CALL THAT CRICKET? and the nalasopara station brigde- a hangout for roadside romeos (can u believe it)

OH YEAH I DO!! I DO ! I DO!

well, im off to alabama! sweet home alabama
sexy hot greek gods with bodies like marble slabs, strong and steady
sun bathing in a polka dot bikini
tequila on a sunrise
dancing below a shiny disco ball
fishing in the deep blue sea.. gumboots instead of piranhas
a life dedicated to sex.drugs.rocknroll.
tattooed body art. phoenix covering the the entire upperbody, spiral snake crawling over the leg.abstract indegenous figures.ancient symbols.
colour in music.trance.sound in light.trance.
LOOKING AT THE WORLD.PRIDE.A DIFFERNT LIFE.CRAZY SHIT

and then i wonder.
WISHFUL THINKING.
i dont have a life. definately. I BLOG.

HAPPY NEW YEAR, or is it?

Its that time of the year, where u make ur new year resolutions and u probably break them today only, or you just try contemplating on wat u did wrong the previous year and apparently you shall make the same mistakes again.

would u say its the beginning of the year or the year when u stumble upon a new beginning? stumbe, for everything is unplanned, even pregnancies. but life has no i-pills, all you can ultimately do is cry in the middle of the nite, the pillow your only support, the insomnia your drug, the sleepless nite puts you to sleep.

wats the new year got to do with it?
nothing actually. just a few tit bits that made my happy new year a little less sad, a lot more happy and way unexpected joys that didnt really make my day. i know very wierd, but LIFES LIKE DAT!

a fone network... jammed at 12.. when i frantically typed the cutest msg i cud, and overly unromantic boyfriend.was sick.i dont blame him now for the lame-ness. but it does hurt when u have great expectations and u hafto let em go in that sinking sand. i managed. sad.depressed.hurt. im stuck at the crossroads in chumbawanba.i think.

ex chats in the evening. i try to be nice. and he trys to be NICE TOO! its was very ironically the hapiest moment in the day coming from some one i hurt the most. when i thot in the morning how lonely i felt waking up to no one by your side, at least in perception. and he makes me happy. but how can i revel in that glory when i promised another man? another entangled fuck up. unhappy again.

the new year is just another boring day in the life of an 18 something. she has no goal.to many dilemnas. frequent mood swings.(due to).boyfriend issues.stressors.knocked out by parntal advisory board. and extremely low on self appraisal. in simple terms: MESSED UP

BUT THERE IS A GOD. I KNOW.

i asked him wat was the best thing last year, and he said "YOU". i asked him again, and wats the best thing this year, and he said "baby its YOU"

:) post dedicated to ROHAN . who brightened my day at the very end. IM JUST SO HAPPY NOW!!!