kroswami
Yesterday
Woke up at six. Bloody warm. Muggy weather which makes your pillows wet with sweat. Hey that rhymed!
Kicked Burman’s door for twenty minutes to wake the slob up. Bugger owes me.
Breakfast was terrible. Gross mish mash of things that cannot be named. The only good part was that there was no need to chew. Just swallow. Like a good girl.
Slept through most of the classes, though Old Chunky did give me a couple of cold stares. That’s what I think he did. What with his thick glasses and terrible squint, nearly impossible to know where exactly the old fart is looking.
Had some fancy Suit speak to us about our future careers. "So have you thought about where you want to be in five years?”
Sat through an hour of that shit. Noticed that he had this tiny bald patch on the top left corner of his head. Kept running his hand over it every five minutes or so. Wondered where he saw his hair in five years.
Dinner was another mess in a plate.
Called Neena at midnight. Wished her a happy birthday and all that. “Listen I loved you and all, but this has got to end. We need to move on” she tells me. “Do you understand?”. No I don’t you stupid cunt, I never will.
Watched “The Big Lebowski” for the millionth time. Love the part where that bad guy drops a ferret into Lebowski’s bathtub and Lebowski goes all “aaahhh”. Cracks me up.
Today
Couldn’t sleep peacefully the entire night. Kept having weird dreams of fucked up exams and many headed monsters telling me I lacked ambition.
Spent post-dawn moments staring at the assorted collection of spiders, lizards and other creepies which had my room their homes. Really should get down to cleaning this place up. It’s a bloody pig sty.
Called up Dr. Meena. The medicines had run out again. She was rather angry. Maybe cause it was like seven in the morning or something. Don’t really know with women you know, short fuses all of them.
Trust me I know these things.
Didn’t bother with breakfast. Think it was gruel with bits of scorpion intestines or something.
Classes were short. Or maybe it was the packet of cheap ganja we smoked before class.
Pretty Girl, whose name I still do not know, did not turn up today. That made me really sad.
Got a big bottle of Old Monk to celebrate the end of my substance abuse. Bad choice actually. Rum shouldn’t be drunk in this hot, melting weather. They should write that on the bottle you know. Capitalist bastards!
Things tend to look a little more interesting in the dark. Like a candle, say. Or an empty bottle, or a burning love letter.
Passed out on the college terrace, that filthy place where thousands had belched out their meals and inner most feelings. Watched the sun rise and cursed loudly in my head.
Isn’t that forty eight hours?
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Woke up at six. Bloody warm. Muggy weather which makes your pillows wet with sweat. Hey that rhymed!
Kicked Burman’s door for twenty minutes to wake the slob up. Bugger owes me.
Breakfast was terrible. Gross mish mash of things that cannot be named. The only good part was that there was no need to chew. Just swallow. Like a good girl.
Slept through most of the classes, though Old Chunky did give me a couple of cold stares. That’s what I think he did. What with his thick glasses and terrible squint, nearly impossible to know where exactly the old fart is looking.
Had some fancy Suit speak to us about our future careers. "So have you thought about where you want to be in five years?”
Sat through an hour of that shit. Noticed that he had this tiny bald patch on the top left corner of his head. Kept running his hand over it every five minutes or so. Wondered where he saw his hair in five years.
Dinner was another mess in a plate.
Called Neena at midnight. Wished her a happy birthday and all that. “Listen I loved you and all, but this has got to end. We need to move on” she tells me. “Do you understand?”. No I don’t you stupid cunt, I never will.
Watched “The Big Lebowski” for the millionth time. Love the part where that bad guy drops a ferret into Lebowski’s bathtub and Lebowski goes all “aaahhh”. Cracks me up.
Today
Couldn’t sleep peacefully the entire night. Kept having weird dreams of fucked up exams and many headed monsters telling me I lacked ambition.
Spent post-dawn moments staring at the assorted collection of spiders, lizards and other creepies which had my room their homes. Really should get down to cleaning this place up. It’s a bloody pig sty.
Called up Dr. Meena. The medicines had run out again. She was rather angry. Maybe cause it was like seven in the morning or something. Don’t really know with women you know, short fuses all of them.
Trust me I know these things.
Didn’t bother with breakfast. Think it was gruel with bits of scorpion intestines or something.
Classes were short. Or maybe it was the packet of cheap ganja we smoked before class.
Pretty Girl, whose name I still do not know, did not turn up today. That made me really sad.
Got a big bottle of Old Monk to celebrate the end of my substance abuse. Bad choice actually. Rum shouldn’t be drunk in this hot, melting weather. They should write that on the bottle you know. Capitalist bastards!
Things tend to look a little more interesting in the dark. Like a candle, say. Or an empty bottle, or a burning love letter.
Passed out on the college terrace, that filthy place where thousands had belched out their meals and inner most feelings. Watched the sun rise and cursed loudly in my head.
Isn’t that forty eight hours?
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