its the last day of the month of February...just done with my previous job and into another...finally what i have always wanted is going to happen...am moving outta the city again...after almost 9 long years...as am writing am pissed, confused, elated, hopeful, skeptical, hopeful, dubious, worried, relieved, filled with anticipation but also with dread at the thought of meeting the whole jing bang crowd that is my family after years and years and also painfully confused and lost about an issue that i am not yet ready to discuss on worldwide web...it of course has to be about a man...now can i help that?and as am writing this, trying to think what would Carrie Bradshaw be writing if she were to be in my position?i think this definitely is a sign that i stop watching SATC...but there is such a bon homie feeling when i watch the show...
i am so pissed right now i don't think i should be writing any further..and so damn glad there aren't many readers who visit my blog...what a blessing in disguise...
just wish that there was something like a 'Slap Bar' or a 'Kick Bar' where one could go and slap and kick other people employed by the bar to vent their frustrations...this would also ensure the lack of a hangover the next morning...i think its the perfect idea to vent one's anger and frustration...and i seem to be fond of repeating myself...'the' sign of being a woman i guess...man i so need one such bar soooooooo badly right now, wish it really and actually existed :(
by the way the one or two of you who read this post ensure not to copy my idea of a slap or a kick bar/lounge coz its MINE :)copy wright's with me...swalpa understand maadi!!!
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