I was taking a good look at myself today, and shit, I looked so old. I mean, I have actually AGED. In like, a year. My entire face belongs to someone who is forty, I swear. Heeeesuss. And body, to someone who's sixty.
I wasted the entire day today. Stupid Valedictory shit. Stupid stupid stupid. Shob stupid. I want to go somewhere. Like Bombay. I haven't been there in ages. I want to sit on that fence thingie in Worli Seaface and smoke a fat joint. Then have panipuris at the beach and bitch about how bad they are and how nothing beats phuchkas. Then I want to go to that huge bookstore thing which has everything and then hit fashion street and bargain. Then we'll go to Colaba Causeway and go to Leo's have beer and talk an talk and talk. I'll meet up with Bobba-Bomma, get a little pampered there. Then Dee of course. And I would really like to meet Chamki. If Sudu's there, I'll hang with her too. Then we can all drive down to Lonavala or Khandala or oi shob jayegas and have fun. Be a puro tourist and everything. Then we'll all be back for the Roger Waters concert and get high on good music.
I need to feel good. I don't feel good about anything or anyone these days. I'm a wet mop. Plop.