Yup, thats it....for a myriad reasons, im literarily(thanks kunal!) constipated!
Stuck on the comode of words and passages waiting to be dumped on the unsuspecting toilet that is the world that foolishly waits for me to blog. I guess those numbers are down as well, it just doesnt help to be constipated, whatever the walk of life.
Just like the loo, i figured that if i give it a good enough push, something just might come out.
From the mails that a few folks sent, i figured out that everybody really hated the fact that i blogged about shit, well in the words of the great, the one and only and the phenomenal James Hetfield - "I don't give a shit"
Hahaha, hows that for a comeback.
Sujay pointed out that it is totally uninteresting to read about someone elses life, however exciting or otherwise it maybe. I agree, and being the not so generous types, i dont really enjoy looking at pictures of other people either, unless
1. they are close friends or family
2. they look really good
3. they or anybody else in the picture is naked.
4. they are manchester united f.c.
5. they are not snivelling babies that im not even faintly related too
This blog henceforth, will be dedicated to some musings about life, death and taxes.
Also, the metro thing, is freaked out....whoa man! i rode the metro (subway) in Los Angeles, and there is a chilling wind which comes into the station about 30 seconds before the train comes in and you know its coming....man the Wachowski's brothers know their shit. And if you didnt understand where that came from, remember the Matrix and how Smith threatens Mr. Anderson with the sound of inevitability.
Amazing, just amazing.