Way in, then way out. I like doing this for fun sometimes, reduce saturation to zero. Then new things pop out, clothes look interesting.

All of these photographs look terrible in colour.

The other thing I do for fun is add watermarks to photos and feel important.

Blog update versus status update, which one to pick? I have a pretentious new profile pic (yeah, Warhol colours, where did we see that last, really) and and insane urge to knock India Art News off my blogroll. The thrills I give myself. I don't read it and the only reason I added it was because I spent an entire day on it sometime back because of something I wanted to look up, I don't even remember what it was. It makes no sense. I'm also not a Pitchfork person but I keep it there because of the feeds. I'm glad I knocked Hyperbole and a Half off the roll sometime back, it's fun when you stumble upon it randomly but as a weekly read it's fucking tiresome. It's weird how there are people saying fucken all over the internet, extremely inordinately weird, when did this become a thing? VGL? But when was VGL? So offputting when you chance upon it amidst what might have been an otherwise straightforward account of life or somesuch. I don't know why I'm still writing this post, probably this sudden rush of affection for blaug, heaven knows this blog could use some love. I don't really love it though, I pretty much just use it like a vehicle I push around, like my poor defunct bicycle. So now I'm analysing this, waaaack, I'm out.

A short list of the kind of people I dislike: the sanctimonious, the pushy, the space invaders.

Not to be creepy, sir, but I watch you all the time, I watch every cog and wheel turn and squeak and occasionally I see things paused while you exhale and ponder a possibility. Nothing close to this though, nothing else compares, to overwhelm one must first try to rise above mere magnificence. Which is why I watch you, to see whether you will. Maybe I'd prefer it if you didn't give it much thought; I like the world around me like that.

I vow to stop and write something I'm happy with, I vow to sit down and read some Wodehouse, I vow to dismiss dismissal. Boredom is stupid and dying of ennui merely dramatixx, both must stop.

In other news, watched Jackass - The Movie today (why. whywhy. WHY.), then ate half a block of cheese to cope with the fact that I watched Jackass - The Movie. Do I need a hug? Cue witty answer. What is this, the Italian parliament? That's borrowed, incidentally, but I bet you knew.

Again, rabbit or a habit? Habit or a rabbit? After such a long time! Helloww conundrum. I like this. I like this a lot.

for the most part, see,
i am a creature of love:
crank it up then flush.

This has been the most happening day of my life for quite some time. Slept till eleven then crept about the house like a zombie, thank god for Janmashtami, major cramping issues and despondence and sad soundtrack in here but the world's playing Trinamool party songs outside (I'm so funny, I knoow). I always feel like stuffing myself with something sweet at times like these. This year I've mostly made pancakes. I made mango pancakes in July and then discovered apple pancakes and today I put my breakfast into a pancake, coffee liqueur, an egg, a banana, some papaya, then dunked it all in chocolate, something I would never do on a normal day. I shouldn't be doing this but this happens always. Incidentally, I was very surprised to find that both my mother and 30Rock call it the womantimes, hahaha, world is very very funny.

So I slept again. Woke up at three still bent over and still needing chocolate, got stoned because I couldn't find painkillers, then made a one-minute biscuit pudding. Clearly pain triggers my inner genius. Then watched The Fall, out of action till seven. I'm pretty sure I would've hated the movie if I'd watched it any other time, it's too slow for my attention span and extremely contrived but so, so beautiful. Preetty khulursss. Painkillersss. Yeah, something like that. Plus it has Lee Pace narrating it; I want the story of my life to be told by Lee Pace's voice and I want to hear it before I wake up and right when I go to sleep and I want to go to sleep now listening to Lee Pace's voice because the cramps are back and I'm sick from all the chocolate. If I stay at home all the time in the future I'm sure to become a hideous overfed woman with a wry man-voice in her head for most of the time. In the future, yes.