I’m usually used to the same set of insane habituated anomalies that any of us here would typically find ourselves in.
Well, on a bright day anyways…
This day I choose to give you a common side of the story. Unfortunately it’s not quite so much a bright day today (I’m talking literal here … its too freaking dull today).
Ok then, as it should go, the typical day begins with what we like doing when up. Yup scratch. The pleasure of scratching never fails to amuse us.
On a bright day anyways…
And then we come to the next best thing that could happen to mankind. Rinse your mouth with booze. Aah, the pleasure of spirits cleansing your nightly evils (I think I was evil last night … yes I was … heh).
On a bright day anyways…
The toothpaste does wonders too I’m told. And so I malform the squeezy contents onto a bristled strange surface area and start massaging my tooth. Don’t really understand the true waste of water though and so too the useful resources your mouth otherwise holds. (Do not do this after the spiritual rinses BTW … this is a total waste)
The next thing happens to be a top brass activity and I shall choose not go into detail. Bloj it is. We all have to bloj cause it’s usually shit that we eat anyways … not really advisable to keep all that inside.
On a bright day anyways…
Only if the bloj goes well, will the rest of your day follow solid grounds. Not that we reclaim land or something while walking (that job’s Krupal’s).
Doesn’t quite matter if it’s a bright day or not, you’re in trouble if ur half done with Bloj.
Breakfast is the best meal of my day with dutiful preferences going towards eggs, bacon and good chai (Rum/Whiskey on Kellogg’s go well on weekends)
Everyday…
We go to work and eat crap there too (not literal this time, but it’s sundry really) I’m told, first on our way to our workplace (travel’s always the big momma), then the workplace itself (don’t have much to say there) and finally if and when we decide to head back home (yes travel again). There are healthy doses of crap all the way.
Everyday…
Back home its party time with salad, attempts at survival cooking, inventing new cocktails (sometimes with ice cream) and also wondering at times, who the f*** gassed the Gym room.
On a bright day anyways…
It’s then time to call home and lie to them that I was a good boy all day/week. They fortunately believe me.
On a bright day anyways…
Sleep always takes the cake (I prefer the rum cakes here too though) and The Creator was kind enough to have my slumber habits spelt on paper (and some tell me, it’s also written behind a garbage can in Dharavi).
All this, on a nice calm night…
This cycle repeats itself in succession, day after day (bright and otherwise … and the nites too)
PS: Pretty sure I wont mention my weekend activities here … (no intentions of pulling out scandalous endeavors) …………… Well at least for now ……………
I’m done pakaoing bout’ this un-bright day BTW, and in case you’re still reading this line you might want to hit ur head against the nearest of hard hedges/walls.
I hope it turns your sunny wheel though … be good and have a good one you all … life’s good … always good