And sometimes the dogs dont bite back and you wonder whether it was worth all the chaos

Very rarely does life give you opportunity to make polite, politically correct conversation with the guy who you got spurned for. Unless your me. Then it happens a lot. Like a lot a lot.

I never quite know what to say in such situations, mind fully blank. Which is the worst possible situation since with a blank mind I don't even have the slightest clue as to what kind of rot is going to be spat out of my mind. Worse, once the spit is spat, my mind works parallel to my mouth.

Eg: [The words in italics are me thoughts]
Me: Hey dude. So wasssup?
[For THIS piece of shit?!?!?! Are you fucking serious?]

Dude: Not bad. You know, the usual.

Me: Cool.
[The frikkin "usual". Knobbing her is the "usual"?? Is that all you have to say mofor? What, didnt anyone teach you the wonders of multi-syllable conversation]

Dude: See ya. Take care

Me: Take care dude
[Frikkin original! "Take care" Hmphh. Bitch be both of thems]

There is someone from Finland who is accessing this blog. Hello. We come in peace. Now put that cell phone down. Slowly.

Someone keeps sneaking into my room when I'm not there and putting Nelly Furtardo's "Let My Hair Down" on loop mode. Totally cracks me up.

The Burmese, thumbi and me had this beautiful conversation in the loo this morning. It was a thirty minute discussion on whether Akbar used toothpaste and how all dentists were just paid off by Big Pharma and it was all a conspiracy. There, we were, three of us sharing one tube of toothpaste and a mirror, brushing the pearlies. It truly was beautiful.