High school, Some college, Bachelors degree, Graduate degree, School of life
5' 6" (168 cm)
Ain't got one as yet... but I'm gonna get an Arabic inscription on my lower back, and maybe something just below my neck...
Dude, I just told you about my underwear. Get a life.
Single - Never Married
Dysfunctional, at best.
Pisces (Feb 19 - March 20)
Social drinker. One or two
Walking to the car only
Shouldn't you wait for the full length book that's due?
Minnie; My Friends; My Mom, My Bro; Biking; Sex; Rock Music; My Cellphone; Computers; Quizzing; Photography; Gizmos; Swimming; Adventure Sports; Tennis; Badminton; Soccer; Google; Gold Flake Cigarettes; Zippos; Fuckbands; Catherine Zeta-Jones; Jessica Alba; Johnny Depp; Huh Jackman; Rahul Bose; My Posters; My Rock Band, Carvaka and the sketch of me hanging on my wall...
Himesh Reshammiya (Castrating, cutting off his nose, and then letting him loose would be one of my three magic wishes); my computer (want a better one, actually); People who want to "Make Fransheep" with me; Pedophiles...
You know, whoever it is that coined the phrase, "a dose of your own medicine", is a dork.
He's right, but that doesnt stop him being a dork.
Don't you just hate it, when your mistakes come right back at you and bite you in the ass? I know I do. Terribly.
But then again, they also say, "You don't do the crime if you can't do the time."
Now that makes a lotta sense too.
Don't ask me why I posted this now.
I dunno if it's me or the beer talking, but I do know it's 100 percent true.
Shakespeare said that talking to oneself was an art of the highest form.Not that it matters much, but I do agree.I talk to myself on a myriad of topics, and a variety of issues, all the time, everyday. I am my best friend, I am my best quizzing competitor, I am my best GD opponent, I am my interviewer, I am my own confederate.The other day, I was fighting it out in a job interview with myself, and I, the interviewer, asked myself, the interviewee what was the experience I had. I replied to myself, "If you consider me for this position on the basis of experience, then I'm sure I'm the best...
man made booze, god made grass... who u gonna trust?
first of all i'll just say that i know this post probably might ruffle a few feathers... but i don't say this in support of drug abuse.
just some food for thought.
why is weed/hash considered such a taboo in india? why is it not available in open shops like it was in the 1970's?
it still is.
i know, ur gonna say "booze is different." but that's my point exactly, booze is different. its a hell lot worse.
before u scoff and turn ur heads at this, do some research.
and if ur too lazy to get off ur big asses, then read on. coz i know what i'm talking about. i've done my...
Middle of the river.
Wind rushing through my hair.
Smoke rushing through my veins.
The high hits the head.
The stars mock me seeming playfully outta my reach.
Water licking my feet.
The waterfront of Calcutta lay silhouetted in front of me. Shimmering.
And the dark expanse of the night is all that stands.
Between me and the Eden.
Never has the hash...