It's time for a new post, I tell my PC.
Yeah. I don't think so, it replies.
Please? It's been really, really long. People are going to think I'm dead.
Um.. yeah. Still no.
What do I have to do? Beg? We never communicate anymore.
Look, I'm tired of working okay? I need a break. And so I'm taking one.
Fine then. No, fine. I'm just going to have to take other measures.
Oooh, I'm SO scared.
You'll be sorry. I'm going to cheat on you at work.
Oh, who're you kidding? The work slut will never give you the magic that I do.What magic? All you're showing me is cannot find server.
Yeah, well, it's sorta magical that I can't find the server.
I'm going. Goodbye. When you decide to stop faffing around, let me know.
And so reader, I write to you in snatches from the PC at work. Between work. So this post might be slightly rambly, because I keep getting up to do a hundred different things and then come back.
I woke up this morning in a strange empty house. Okay, well, not that strange, coz I was spending the night at Urvashi's, but you know when you're really really hungover and you've been having strange drunken dreams all night and THEN you wake up and your friend has already left for work and little people are playing tom-toms in your head and your mouth feels like you've inhaled the stuffing of a pillow, you'd probably feel a little disoriented, right? Luckily, Urvashi The Kind had fed me some very nice pasta the night before, so I wasn't hungry on top of everything else AND she explained the complicated tap/shower mechanism and she has all these cool Body Shop shower gels (Except for the Tea something which wasn't so nice) so I felt a little better then.We went to TC last night, which was why I was crashing at her house in the first place, figuring it would be nice to leave TC at the end, rather than leave at eleven like some sort of Cinderella, because my house is pretty far off. TC was FABULOUS yesterday by the way and I was wearing this top I bought myself in Sarojini Nagar (80 rupees, baby. I love Sarojini) and it was all low and cleavagy so I was most happy. Plus almost everyone I knew was there, including *tan-tara-tara* Luke! Looking most delectable I must say, damn that boy gets hotter each time I see him. And he's all slipping his arm around my waist and murmuring throatily into my ear and I'm so distracted by all this throaty murmuring and the scent of his cologne and the fact that my HAND is on his (very flat) stomach that I'm not paying attention to what he's saying.
And then I do. "So yeah, I love my girlfriend and she loves me and it's just WRONG if anything happens between us," he says. He's now running his hand up my arm and I look at him. "So we're JUST friends?" "I don't think we could ever be 'just friends' eM," he smiles and did I mention he's superhot?
So we spend a pleasant evening flirting madly and I notice cute younger brother of an acquaintance getting all chatty. But, dude, he's like NINETEEN and I'm practically TWENTY FOUR and this is wrong, which is what I tell him when he comes with me to the bathroom and then kisses me. I kiss back, sure, but despite being very, very drunk, I'm sober enough to be a little taken aback. And a little surprised at what I'm doing. This is so not me. I'm usually pretty reserved about this sorta thing and hello, eM, he's half your age, at least very much younger and he so only wants to sleep with you despite the fact that his eyes are all earnest as he talks of a "connection" and how "age is just a number." I pat him kindly on the cheek and leave. Really, what is WRONG with me? Am I turning into one of those women who's not happy unless she's with someone, anyone at all? I hope not.
And then Urvashi and I collected ourselves, drank a glass of water each and went home.
How was your Wednesday?