Weeks, days, hours, minutes till I’ll be home….1, 2, 3, 4..
I’m all Boyzone-y this morning! Why wouldn’t I be? I’m goin goin goin goin Hoooooome..
I’m walking down the streets and my heart goes boom! Okay okay I’m incapable of coherence right now.
I’ll definitely miss
-the obsessive-compulsive blogging
-the are-you-fucking-crazy look I get when I say “Actually, I’m vegetarian”
-Alcohol, oh my god, noooooo *poses like the “Scream” painting*
-My “tiny clothes” (as a stupid friend of mine says, and if you’re reading this then 😛 to you)
If you think I’ll be out and about, painting my sweet Bombay red, then think again. I particularly enjoy the state of nothingness. A normal day in Bombay for me involves16 hours of sleep, 3 hours of crappy Indian soaps, five cups of “kadak chai”, lunch, dinner and in-betweens. I do not like to go out. And even if I do, its with Dad. And that mainly involves jogging or bitching or yelling at him for not letting me drive. (I have a license you know!) And of course, showing up at my brother’s college/classes as the “hot sister”, oh how I love that! I’m totally looking forward to giving mom and grandma a break from cooking by taking over with lasagnas and risottos.
Anyway, God bless all those who bothered to wish me a safe journey. And all of you who didn’t, damn you to the deepest reaches of hell. And no thanks for not seeing me off at the airport, you piss-offs! I’ll kiss the security guard on the way out, Okay? *shakes her fist*
On my way,
I’m coming home now,
Its been so long now,
I’m gonna get there somehow,
Praying you’ll be there…
Oh yeah, and if you need anything from Bombay, please feel free to go there and get it yourself.