Say hello to Kurt.
He's the gay guy in me. He's modeled after Kurt from Glee. He makes me fashion conscious. He started my affair with gladiators.
Yes, I'm out of creative juice. Kerala can be beautiful but can be really slow. It's very inspiring but my mind is just not working. I'm breaking out. I hate pimples, they're like a separate entity on your body. How the hell are you supposed to go to a party looking like the witch who gave Snow White the apple.
My friend who left for a college in Mumbai just visited. Oh, it was so great to finally see her. We used to be notorious in our colony for howling at night. No, i don't mean laughing-howling, i mean howling like wolves. She's the light in my dreary life. So she was telling me about her awesome life. Of course, being the pessimistic person she is, she still doesn't believe it's great. But I envy her. The only person on my boat just jumped off & made her way to Laguna beach.
Nothing else as such. I know nobody's actually reading this, so there's no real point of feeling guilty about not having anything to write. Do I Kurt? He says no. I trust him, he knows best. Do 'Mr Cellophane' for me again, will you Kurt?
Yeah, he gets a little tired sometimes.
Anyway, Ta-ra( that was Kurt)
