bad blog post #2

So there we were, in a fancy restaurant, stuffing our faces. Bringing shame to our respective families - the obscene amounts of food we consumed at warp speed.. makes my stomach churn just to think about it.
Pausing between bites to 1) breathe 2) shovel more grub into our mouths 3) complain about our work/bosses/lives and the extreme inconvenience of not having everything go exactly the way we want it to. If only the universe would respond to our every beck and call. Our every teensy weensy whim. Our ever so microscopic fancies. Now is that too much to ask? Hmm?
The butter-iest of naans.. the kind that go straight to your hips.. and stay there indefinitely. Greasy greasy chicken.. the kind that augments the circumference of your belly ever so sneakily.. Sweet fresh lime soda.. the kind that climbs up your nose and makes you sneeze impolitely.

We make our to do lists.. must find sense of purpose.. must not let existential crises become a habit..

And our discontent.. it swallows us whole.. Makes us feel all funny inside..

We blame the chicken..

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I dedicate this post to U to whom I should like to outsource my life post haste.

And to Pr. For being 'attentive' in the face of extreme boredom.
That and the (several) glasses of wine. More later.