It's not always rainbows and bu'flies, it's compromise that moves us along

Some general witterings about my state of mind

I wish I could pause some parts of my life. Or cue them. Happy Ending... cut! Like a season finale. No worrying about then what or hang on, while I go to the bathroom or were you looking at her breasts? I don't want to have to worry about that. I don't want to think about people in the past or worry about looking like I'm trying too hard or sometimes come face-to-face with my loneliness, which hasn't really gone away, it's just in hiding inside my being. And sometimes when I look into the mirror, I see it, peering out at me, in the corners of my mouth or the tilt of my eyelashes and I feel sad.

Though, don't get me wrong. I'm not sad sad. I'm seldom sad about things I cannot change. I'm happy that the weather's changed, I'm a little snarky that I'm on desk duty this week, I'm pissed off that some friends have left town and people who were due back haven't returned, I'm pleased that certain relationships are settling into happy humdrum-ness without long drama queen type situations, and yeah, see, I'm not sad.

I just wish something would happen.



This is getting ridiculous

Now while I like my job and all, I'm a features reporter, right? I should be eating caviar and gliding gently down five-star lobbies and lunching at Olive or somewhere with someone famous. I certainly should not be sustaining injuries.

Remember the broken toe? Also got in the line of duty? Well, Saturday night I managed to pratically get a black eye. How, you ask? Well, I was at Elevate with Dee and she was most upset because someone had flicked her phone, right out of her bag, and c'mon, if you're going to be partying at Elevate you don't need the money from stolen phones.

Anyway, so in an attempt to make her feel better, I parked her at the railing of one of the VIP enclosures. (Elevate has a VIP floor, where you have to be a member to sit. Or the press. Each enclosure has a velvet sofa, a low table, and a railing which you can peer over and look at the masses. And fits about five people comfortably, cordoned off with glass doors) So I trotted off to the bar to get us some drinks and headed for Dee and promptly walked into the glass partition, really HARD too, so my drink splashed all over it and my head felt all wobbly. And someone, said, "Oh my god are you all right?" and I growled and said, "Why can't these doors be a little dirty?" and now I can't raise my eyebrows. Gah. (And it's NOT funny, so stop laughing!)




But you're just so hot, DJ

Juggy D. Mmm. Juggy D. Not hot hot, but I could see us being nineteen and naughty.

(Interviewed him at Elevate, by the way, which is why I was there. In pink halter. And girl with foreign accent came up to me and said, "Are you a reporter?" "Why yes," I smiled and she said, "Well, you totally don't look like one." It was the halter, I tell you.)



Fried stuff with cheese
We have gargantuan cravings for this deadly snack they serve at MB's in Defence Colony Market. You get very cheap booze at MB's (short for Malik Brothers) which is why we go, even if they do play that Saath Samundar song from Chameli about a hundred million times. You also get this thing called Dyno Bites, basically cheese and jalapeno peppers batter fried and sooooooooooooooo GOOD. With sour cream dip.
They give you like six on a plate which is barely anything, so we always wind up ordering more. And more. If you're ever in the neighbourhood, be sure to check it out. You'll probably see us there, most days.




Ooh, there's a button! And the photos just appear!

Yeah, well, I've discovered how to post pictures. And being the moderate creature that I am, I think I shall post a picture before every post. Why? Because I can! :)

*here's to a more exciting week ahead*