Too much of a good thing
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Doggonit
After days of cribbing and generally locking myself up in my crib [If I were you (and thank heavens I’m not) I’d haha here], I’ve decided I’m going to adopt Barney’s principle of ‘Whenever I get sad, I stop being sad and be awesome instead’. Only, I’m going to involve you guys in the exercise. So every time you sense that I’m not at my chirpiest best, you will all pretend I’m insanely awesome.
The sentence cue you will be sampling now is: Fuck you.
So that’s settled.
Today saw the last straw fall for a lot of things. Among others, my morbid fear of dogs got the better of me (and you thought there was NO room for improvement and I’m the pinnacle of awesome? Oh well). So this tall black dog, creatively named Lambu (I bet it’s middle name is Blacky), was running around nearby, where M and I were talking. It was fresh in M’s memory, the day my nails sunk into her arms when randomguy walked his Doberman a 40 meters away. Now, the most natural thing to do (almost as natural as doing an MBA after your engineering; irrespective of what your interest/field of work etc is) would be to er protect me from the dog. Common sense prevailed and she blocked Lambu by standing in front of him, while I stood in front of her. The 3 body system that we were, rotated for a bit. And then M must’ve had a lapse of memory, humanity and whatnot and being the ass that she is, spread her legs (nope, I will not give you her number). Lambu leapt at me, growling and clawing at my front, springing to tear me apart from limb to limb. M might claim he just wriggled slowly from under her, but I'm the awesome one here. Aaaand…uh..and..um.. sigh..
If the story has already traveled to you, and you called up to ridicule me about it, wait till I get a boyfriend with a Boston Dane!
P.S. My new favorite-thing-to-say is 'Oh well'. Ohwell ohwell ohwell ohwell ohwell
The sentence cue you will be sampling now is: Fuck you.
So that’s settled.
Today saw the last straw fall for a lot of things. Among others, my morbid fear of dogs got the better of me (and you thought there was NO room for improvement and I’m the pinnacle of awesome? Oh well). So this tall black dog, creatively named Lambu (I bet it’s middle name is Blacky), was running around nearby, where M and I were talking. It was fresh in M’s memory, the day my nails sunk into her arms when randomguy walked his Doberman a 40 meters away. Now, the most natural thing to do (almost as natural as doing an MBA after your engineering; irrespective of what your interest/field of work etc is) would be to er protect me from the dog. Common sense prevailed and she blocked Lambu by standing in front of him, while I stood in front of her. The 3 body system that we were, rotated for a bit. And then M must’ve had a lapse of memory, humanity and whatnot and being the ass that she is, spread her legs (nope, I will not give you her number). Lambu leapt at me, growling and clawing at my front, springing to tear me apart from limb to limb. M might claim he just wriggled slowly from under her, but I'm the awesome one here. Aaaand…uh..and..um.. sigh..
I cried
That’s right. My tears made their first ever public appearance.If the story has already traveled to you, and you called up to ridicule me about it, wait till I get a boyfriend with a Boston Dane!
P.S. My new favorite-thing-to-say is 'Oh well'. Ohwell ohwell ohwell ohwell ohwell
Labels: Everyday things
24 Comments:
*clears throat*
hah...hrmp...no
*clears again*
haaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaahahahahahahahahahahaahahahahaahahahahahahahahahahaaahahahahahahahahahahahahaaahahahahhhhhaaa...hha.hhaaa.hhhhaa...
I feel I'm in love with someone who didn't even know that i exist, until now.
Ooh, is that for me?
Yeah, and its probably Megha (notice the nick)?
Who's laughing now, punk?
:O
Good god both of you, go do some work or something :|
And yes, I second Rover's comment. And some more.
By the way, Rover could pass off as a dog name, nay?
Anonymous is in love with Rover? 0_o
I don't understand my own comment box anymore :P
anonymous was waiting for NT's reply, if just to acknowledge his existence.
Oooooh! Burn!
Sucks to be anonymous, eh?
Awww anon, I love you too! :-*
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@Enteblah: Now that we are in love, when should I come and meet ur parents to talk about marriage???
haha...I was afraid your reply would trigger impersonators. Its so hard for someone anonymous, to cling to his feeble identity. Anyways, I like your blog and would love to see you post more often. ciao.
The least Anonymous could've done is cased it right. It's anonymous, not Anonymous, right anon?
And just who're you in love with?
Like I asked, for me? ^-^
Or the skinny stick writing the post?
Awww, anonymous doesn't just select the Anonymous button in the identity options, no no, he goes to the trouble of typing his name as just that (albeit in lower case, as Rover pointed out)
I expect no replies to this one, at least anon.
Rover, skinny stick??? How dare you call my baby, skinny? Am going to peel off your skin for that. Grrrr... :)
Baby, don't worry. I will take care!!! :P
Okay, at least one positive ID. Anonymous is Buffalo Bill.
geeee...you have become so boring of late....bring the next one on, chick!
P.S. Q) Why are girls called chicks?
A) Because they are HENmakkalu.
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@ Anon: I have no clue who you are, but hasn't that horrible joke gotten a little cliche? :-/ Also, the question should be, "Why are girls called chicks in KARNATAKA?" :P
@ NT: I'm sorry but I completely forgot about your blog for a while there. But, seriously. You did what?! You. Did. WHAT?! Tch. I am disappoint. Did you not growl back at said canine that scared the shit out of you? Yes. I'm petrified of dogs too. Gulp. I ran out of a friend's house because they had a large dark brown mongrel who barked very, very loudly. And he was chained. I never went back again, btw. :-/ But the other day, Hitha brought these three tiny puppies to college and they were just so adorable, I helded one! The bigger creatures that sound like gunshots are the freaky ones. Point is, I empathise. I wouldn't cry, though. :P Yes, you can come to college and kill me for this. :D
@ asawari: yeah? is it cliched? I have no idea why I put it up. But now, considering what you said, I think i just wanted to establish some sort of connection (however vague it might be), you know. So although done somewhat subconsciously, it was aimed in that direction rather than to generate humor. And yeah, then there is that correction. Oriroight lassie, point taken.
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