DIVA AND MYSELF:WALK AND TALK BY THE BOOKWORMCAFE
Posted by adrainsean on November 29, 2007
I kinda hate talking with the Diva..when she’s all so quivery-lipped worried about entrance exams and suchlike, but then deep down inside I am anxious too..the anxiety leads on to frustration and depression [all deep inside, mind you]..and I take it out thus:
The Diva: all the maths is depressing me
The Diva: cant handle maths gives me NEGATIVE VIBES
The Diva: you know everyone in our class is preparing full-on.
Me: so?
Me: everyone in our class has weekly sex.
Me: are you doing anything to improve vocabulary?
Me: do that, and you’ll stop feeling bad about the maths.
The Diva: wait, about the weekly sex how do u know? the celebrities peeks tells us all
Me: tell me the names of the people who are preparing.
(The Diva blurts out some names)
Me: yeps, all of them
Me: if not the sex,
Me: then they are making out right?
Me: you don’t think they live without sex..do you?
Me: even if they don’t go all the way
Me: All of them do a lot of things
The Diva: wait! the convocation is lost, are we talking sex or studies?
Yes I know I will do anything to keep people from talking about the things I wouldn’t want to hear.
In case you’re wondering how I got so bold, [!?]
read this .
Then I was thinking about how I could die just because of this usually-effective-but-damn-painful custom of 200 abdomen crunches every morning.I mean I can walk the treadmill and keep stepping on the stepper and twist along the twister and do all sorts of things..that too early in the morning. But the ab-cruncher situation is the catch-22 in my life right now.
Its been five minutes since I looked up “catch-22″, so I kinda like had to use it in this post.
Also, as you can see, I am blogging quite regularly , and I am playing online word games with such dedication and ferocity that I’ve started day-dreaming about “what are the words ending with
