I Refuse to Wake Up!

Gwad!

I love and I hate the oscillation of my writer side.

There were weeks months and years for which

I do not write anything.

And than.

There are days on which I am on my writing best.
I am always filled with a thing or two to write about.

Anyways the thing is:
I prefer living inside my head. No, really.

WHY CAN'T FILMY SCENES OCCUR MORE THAN LESS OFTEN IN MY LIFE? :@

I want to wake up to an absolutely cool haircut, with a new contact number, memory loss will do, a colourful room full of mirrors and Swiss bells and neon lights, a new name maybe?

Oh, have I told you I'v always wanted this mysterious sounding French or German name my maa, phupoo or khala for that matter obviously couldn't name me after?

Bleh. Anyway.

I WANT TO WAKE UP IN A NEW COUNTRY.

And then, spend atleast a month or two lazing around spending time and money on food and self.

Like a boss.

I want too much.

The other day, I was talking to Garry about how I want to go back to those times when we used to listen to cassettes.As lately I have been listening to some real awesome Bollywood music from the 90's. You know, Darr, Gupt, Monsoon Wedding, Mohra, Vishwatma, Stereo Nation and all that.

I plan way too many things in my head. It's taking a toll on my real life. :S