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nonsensical sense!

Oh there I go again! Wanting to write my stuff and with no clue about what to do. Actually this state of affair is not going to last very long…what with the imminent unemployment looming up close on the horizon.

I guess I will actually have days in which I will do nothing than wake up late and do nothing other than read and watch the Travel and Living Channel (Gosh! Was that a change of colour that I noticed in your complexion???)

The last month has been extremely eventful to put it mildly. After long months of absolute complete indecisiveness…long hours (at least they feel like it!) spent on the treadmill and the stepper suddenly crystallized it all in my mind! I just knew that I wanted that unemployed tag!

Imagine cruising along on the road and someone full of road rage comes up to you and asks – “So? Are you completely jobless?” Your answer rather gleefully can be a YES! Wow! Doesn’t just the thought of subjecting someone to such mindless, needless high automatically qualify you for sainthood?

Oh yes as you can see and read, the very prospect of approaching unemployment has freed me to the extent that I can actually talk about my own upcoming sainthood with such absolute clarity and modesty.

There are actually a lot of things that I have been wanting to write about for some time. And well….since I have managed to write stuff of such earth shattering importance and put it up here for people to read…and you are yet reading the stuff? OK I will try and write something that will probably make even lesser sense and be even more intellectually challenging the next time around.

See you around!

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Anonymous said…
unemployment, sainthood, its all good....GOOD LUCK and keep writing..shall continue to be a listening ear and a seeing eye..hhehehe.

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