Confessions of an idle mind aboard a very noisy IC 863:
Always pack your comfort tee, pajama or slippers even if you are going away for a day trip.
You can never have the perfect job or the perfect haircut in this lifetime.
If you are a Plus sized woman with a good smile then ‘cute’ is a word you are gonna have to make peace with.
Baby talk is not sexy. Especially in bed.
Younger brother is the only person you can take criticism about your looks (read weight) from.
Indian Airlines will always get delayed.
Love means having to say you are sorry all the time.
Mc Dreamy is a television creation. He does not exist in real life.
You can never outgrow your childhood crush.
If you can’t talk about it, you can’t fight about it and fix it.
Life is not a screenplay.
The wedding vows ‘for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health’ should actually be for parents and children. Face it, only parents are going to love you, have you and hold you for worse, when you are poor and sick!!!
When your first love comes back, you want to call his wife and gloat.
Baileys rocks, vodka is temporary.
A man never takes a woman seriously who lights his cigarette.
If Calvin (of the Hobbes fame) were to meet you in real life (read in the form of a potential boyfriend) you would want to run a 100 miles.
If Mr. Darcy were to meet Elizabeth in today’s time, he would not make the effort. She will prove to be too high maintenance, you see!
Cary Grant is never going to ring your doorbell.
Sometimes life can be described in one word. Especially if that word is coffee.
7 comments:
hey, cute is nice and fits you like a glove. don't be upset with it. good to see you posting again (even though its been three months!).
hey, since you mentioned about ur younger brother, i have heard that he is really cute and smart..carry's a good head on his muscular shoulders..and he's very loving and caring too..
Hey when Cary Grant rang your doorbell you were listening to your ipod!!!!
Hey Cutie!!! You are too cute! I mean it and that smile is a killer! My sunshine...
ummm... how many years has it been? who's counting, anyway. but it feels strange (but nice-strange) to get glimpses of people that i always thought existed but never had the pleasure of meeting. write on, babe. rock on. we need you
:)
And how do you describe the good life? Ah, that must be Starbucks coffee
i can't comment on so many snippets. most of them deserve a table conversation. will schedule.
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