Because sometimes, murder is totally justified...

You know how sometimes people can be so amazingly thick headed, you feel like banging your head against the wall, or hoping that the person in front of you would spontaneously combust… only so that the yapping would cease?! Well, yeah something similar happened this morning (at fucking six in the morning… to be precise) when I went for my driving lessons…

This post is totally pointless, shockingly random, absolutely baseless and serves no purpose... OK, what’s new??

Yes, yes... I know I’ve not posted for almost two weeks and you guys missed me a lot

[Insignificant honest voice in head: Umm, NO! You know very well no one gives a rat’s arse to this space

Much more significant Ego: Oh shut up! I know all you guys out there totally love me]

What?! The voices in your head never talk to you? How the hell do you function without that?? You, my friend, need medical attention... ASAP

One of those posts where I go on ranting, for the greater good... not.

The other day I happened to be shopping at this mall in the city, when I happened to notice two girls sifting through clothes at the neighbouring FCUK section (... and for the last time, it’s not the fabled four- letter word written jumbled up... it’s French Connection UK). Anyhoo... one of the two was your quintessential “ modern city- girl”, skinny denims, racer backs and so much make- up that the bright store lights made her face shine (...which, weirdly reminded me of a certain shimmery Mr. Cullen... sheesh!). The other was her much more conservative, nerdy counterpart. Most likely relatives... poles apart to be friends (or maybe friends, what do I care?). I happened to chance upon this conversation they were having (because obviously Beauty Queen was so loud the people in the next store probably heard her...)

Beauty Queen (holding up what looked like a shred of cloth) : I think I’m going to buy this, my boyfriend thinks I look good in blue.

Plain Jane : Isn’t it a bit too... open?

Beauty Queen: Hmm yeah, but I think it brings out my features . *I. Wanted. To. Barf*

Plain Jane: It’s nice that Aunty let’s you wear such things. My mother would kill me.

Beauty Queen: I just need matching chappals . You not taking anything?

Plain Jane: No. Mom said I have all the stuff that I need. Besides I’m not supposed to be distracted from my studies. In fact, Mom’s thinking of finding out about IIT coaching centres