M does her first tag

Tagged by a Jamster and A Humay
I am thinking about Espresso’s caramel latte and how Jam took pictures from under the table, I hope something naughty shows up
I said “social work is so last season” to my brother’s friend yesterday for shock value
I want to finish all the half writings littering papers around me
I wish I could do Europe with Sam and/or the B and/or the Munch right about now (jinx on that Jam, what did you think I was whining to Sam about this morning?:P)
I miss being with someone, the first flush of knowing, the neurotic one line sms-es, It’s been a long dry spell, all two months of it
I hear the comforting sounds of routine, the opening of a fridge door (after you’ve lived away from home for 4 years, it becomes a holy sound) and the toots of passing cars (that sounds dirty no? Dunno how that happened)
I wonder why it takes some people so long to get over a history and to take in statements without innuendo
I regret they way I’ve handled some things, not DOING them per se, but the handling, half the art is in what you say anyway
I am someone who thinks giving up happens to other people (Mashallah)
I dance everywhere, have also done so in classrooms, public toilets, airports and cars (where obviously seeing two dancing women in car was taken by some guys as a signal for “they must be easy” and they followed us till Mani’s home where she had to pick something up before heading to work and she left the car running in case I had to make a quick getaway with the priceless strictly given advice “Now listen to me carefully, if they touch you…DON’T RESIST”. Lol.)
I sing aloud in the car, when the volume is enough to cover my voice
I cry at just about everything. It’s no big deal. I’ve stopped trying train myself.
I am not an intellectual snob, I swear, so don’t think of me as one. Specially my blogger girls. What I said to Kay at our first meeting does not happen often. Promise.
I write everywhere and all the time. Laptop, notebooks, back of envelopes. My current writem (cool self invented cusp for writing-item) is a self made orange khaddi cloth notebook. And two bookmarks, one made from my khaddi dupatta and one from a shalwar piece.
I confuse chemistry with love sometimes
I need tea every friggin day
I should try to deal with confrontations properly. I don’t believe in blaming each other because that’s too negative but I have not got around to figuring out how to confront in a constructive way. HELP
I finish external deadlines way before time, internal deadlines almost never, maybe as a fluke and then I’ll feel fulfilled for the next decade

I tag Minchka and Sam. I would though like it if King, Ahmad and Sabizak did it too but i'll try not to be resentful if you don't.

Sorry had to add this bit, a testament to the surreal-ness of nocturnal life and emotions that I was smsing Sam about

A says:
i got great plasures out of not telling anyone i am going to ox this evening
M says:
crap. such a prime advertizing opportunity missed.
A says:
especially ____ ____. told her i do nothing, sometimesi watch tv for amusement and
A says:
sometimes i stare at the fan
A says:
then i gave the profoundest laugh i could manage and then a condescending one as if she will never know how profound i am
A says:
and then left her
A says:
i sometimes wonder why i am so weird
M says:
LOL
M says:
you're my crazy baby
M says:
please dont become eccentric aunty from oxford.
M says:
*real fear*
A says:
i wont. like aunty ____. friend of ammi and tehni's father
A says:
she lives in ox on weekdays and lin ny for weekends
A says:
or perhaps the other way round
M says:
it scarcely matters my love
A says:
i feel like a tuna sandwish
M says:
i feel like a washcloth
M says:
an indiscreet washcloth

and second mean gul

P:Now I must rush back. Miss you loads.
M:When the picture comes in the paper please put in my name under "sorely missed"
P:I will. After all no one throws a hissy fit like you
M:Eat enough for ten people to make up for my presence.

Yes, I would like to feel like a kept woman again. Definitely a no-brainer that one.