Thursday, July 2, 2009
Its an utter waste of time isn't it, trying to figure out things which are not very radical and well o so unpredictable? But there are times you hope to cling to that superstition which will always be there in your mind no matter how much you blasphemise, criticise and try to be logical. Then there are things which you know that you should let go and but then you try again and again, give yet another chance. Then there are times where you actually fucking start to blabber, and that too on a blog. Well there are times like this. Blogging is like talking to an inexistant ever understanding friend, blogging is like talking to yourself. Its so fucking like masturbation, like my good old friend Vijay once suggested. You are the king here. No matter fucking what others may disagree, they-can't-do-a-shit-about-it you know. That's the whole point. So blogging is all about boosting your larger than life, I-Know-It-All ego. The only place you can throw your attitude around with no one to show you the door, show you the way.
Blah! Blah! Blah! Its not so fucking funny, never felt this weird for this long period of time. And its not so fucking funny. For someone with o so big head on the shoulders its tough to understand what the fuck is happening. Just because you can't figure it out with your o so fucking intelligent head on your o so fucking big head on the shoulders. Its an ego killer, that's a pain.
There are times and then there are times. But then there are more o so fucking times.
P.S. : Will I have to fucking put a fucking heading or fucking what was that thing saying there is expletive content? O so fucking hell to those.