Wednesday, March 2, 2011


OH why oh why did I smell the stale cups in the office pantry? It was like smelling a baby's breath 2 hours after its meal. Grooooooooooooooooooossssssssssss! (Some moron actually named a flower after baby's breath! Jeezus!)

Some impulses are just horrible. You dont know why you get 'em; you just do.
Like that time when I stepped right into the wet, squelchy mud despite everyone telling me to step onto the stone...
Or that time I fed a an egg to a huuuuuuuuuge stinky pig...and it just crunched the entire egg in its cavernous open mouth...
Oh oh! The smell of curd rice that's been in a shut box for a while...
And hearing the next door uncle retch loudly and obnoxiously into his sink early in the morning under the pretense of brushing his teeth, but you know he'z actually bulimic and he'z bringing out day before yesterday's half-digested utthappam.
Or vomit
or the aftertaste and aftersmell of vomit..
and the worst? Having to look at yesterday night's vomit in broad daylight, baking in the hot sun.

I do start my days on wonderful notes! I'm sure I brightened all ya'll's days, lunches and coffee-breaks! :D

Look at that floating grossness! Yumyuck!


  1. What IS that in the picture? It looks paneer being made actually.
    Anyway, I'm glad you hate baby breath. There's this warm milky smell that they always have, combined with that of johnson's baby powder that I just can't stand. And some people actually like to smell babies!

  2. ...that was TERRIBLE decision-making. Everything. Gross.