Blogging As A Cure For Boredom

> The WTF department: My blogger compose page is for some reason blue. Is this normal? Is Blogger fucking with me? Why blue if they have to change the colour anyhow? I hate how people pick blue whenever they change the colours of things. I'm sick of seeing blue on every webpage I visit. Previously, the compose page was a nice shade of a sepia. Nice. Non-instrusive. Not fucking with my sensibilities. But blue? And this shade of baby blue also, I'm sorry if you like baby blue you're either a 15-year-old girl or really, really gay.

Speaking of really, really gay--so the Worldspace is all fixed up in our house. It belongs to Shark Tooth, but, really, since I'm working from home, it's pretty much mine. And my favourite station, at least one I used to love back in Delhi was Spin, the campus rock station. And since in Delhi I actually had to shower in the morning and leave the house for long periods of time, I never listened to it in the daytime. And thankfuckinggod too. Do you know what they just played? Two Become One by the Spice Girls, Sweet Child Of Mine by GNR--probably the most overrated song EVER and now John Mayer. I like John Mayer as much as the next premenstrual girl, but really, who is this station aimed at in the afternoon? Baristas, I know, play Worldspace all day, but if I was sitting at a Barista at 3.55 in the evening, I totally do not want to listen to Are you as good as I remember, baby, get it on, get it on. Two become one, my ass. Maybe it's like the Gay Takeover, where secretly the station has been invaded by Evil Homosexuals From Mars so that no one on earth can procreate and the human race will eventually die out.

> While we're on the subject of crappy music: So last night, I was out with Shark Tooth after looking for bookshelves and being overcharged (950 for some piece of crap that looked like it would fall apart if it had more than two books on it, and 16 and a half k for getting one made. Out of mahogany and gold inlay, you ask? No, bamboo) and then out of depression we went and got a drink and then the bar started to play Bed Of Roses by Bon Jovi, you know the song you thought was uber-romantic when you were 12 and then I was listening to it last night, in the way you only listen to music when you're a little drunk, and the words suddenly make sense in this huge the-universe-is-parting-to-reveal-the-meaning-of-life-to-me way and I realised that Bon Jovi was an asshole. I mean, take the words of the song. "Tonight, I won't be alone, but know that won't mean I'm not lonely"? "Some blonde gave me nightmares, I think that she's still in my bed"? "When you close your eyes, know Ill be thinking about you, while my mistress she calls me, to stand in her spotlight again"? So then DON'T FUCK HER, JON. It's very easy. If you're horny, go do the woman you're singing about in the first place, who you want to lay down in a bed of roses (thorns removed, I'm assuming). No wonder you have to sing sad songs about her.

> Lest You Think I've Become A Sad Bitter Old Lady: There are quite a few things to rejoice about this month. For one thing, my car is here! And it is awesome, even though I keep getting lost, I now know my way to at least two spots in town, and some bits of the suburbs. And it's FUN, zipping around, in air conditioned transport--though I only drive at night, because Bombay traffic in the daytime is more than I can take. Ooh, and there are some sexy boys and that's always fun. And there are friends in town from Delhi, and happy reunions, and I'm having a party tomorrow night, which should also be very drunken. And I have a sunwarmed kitten rumbling purrs around my ankles. (He is now fucking HUGE. I think his dad was like a puma or something.)

> Linkslutting my way to the future: Check out this website. It's like the lowdown TRUTH on relationships. So awesome. Go read it. (I got it off Zigzackly's other blog.)

(This is my non-disclaimer disclaimer saying that I'm tired of being all pc, and if you don't like what you read go whine to someone else, because it's MY blog and I can do what I want. Oh, but before you go, say hello to my finger!)

(And don't tell me Worldspace doesn't have this whole huge gay conspiracy going. Now they're playing Justin Timberlake.)