Pretty random angst

I cannot think of anything to write about. Which is strange coz my head is ready to explode with all that there is in it.
With all the things happening in my life i often think i could write a book. No one maybe interested in reading it now, but maybe later in life when i'm dead or something it might become one of those fancy autobiographical books that get translated into 27 languages and sell millions of copies.

I really am writing real non-sense, but then my sense of responsibility towards sis's and Delhi boy's requests won't allow me to not write in any more.
Both asked me several times to write more about the escapades of R & D.

R & D are crazy as ever but today i don't feel like talking about them right now.

It's 11 in the night and i think i must sleep. Gotta wake up early (7 am) tomorrow. It's a damn pain to wake up in the morning.



It rained a little today and the whole of this city made such a big freakin deal of it. They shoulda met my sis who was standing under a tree to shelter herself from the rain and didn't realize that the water drops that fell on her were blackened with dirt and dust on the leaves. Hahaha.. so much for trying to stay dry and clean.

The entire city is dug up from Colaba to Borivli and there's no telling how long it'll be before all the damn work (what work...is another debate altogher) finishes.

I'm hungry but mom n dad have pretty much put me off by going on and on about the whole marriage thing. I'm too pissed to want to eat. To get me married has become their ambition.

My office is another classic place. Too many fuckin women. Bloody hellhole. And for any guy who gets excited reading about the all womens' dept I only have pitiful contempt. Bloody fools.

Bloody work for hours and hours and hours and still don't earn enough to save enough money for that damn Europe vacation I've been salivating for all my life. Fuckin hell... no money.
Maybe someday when i'm old and dying i'll go to Prague and Amsterdam and Rome and then die there content. Or maybe even that won't happen.
What i need is a damn rich bloke who'll marry me and pop it while i'm still young and leave me a big fortune.

Ok i think my angst today is just taking off unbridled to such an extent that i could get in trouble and regret writing all this later.

So i call it quits for tonight.

But i swear I will shoot that bitch one day