Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Worst. Poila Boishakh. Ever

Just. Like, o god, just.

My life is becoming too morbid for my own good. I must fart in my own direction.

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  1. I can't even remember my last poilaboisakh in kolkata. How did that happen?

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    1. Me neither, actually. Which prolly means I either had office or slept through it if I had a day off.

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  2. I NEVER REMEMBER THEM. EXCEPT FOR ONCE, IN 2014, WHEN I CELEBRATED IT IN BRAHMAPUR WITH CHILLY PORK AND MIXED FRIED RICE FROM BLUE LAGOON.

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  3. Realised too late je caps lock was on, was too lyadh to delete everything and re-type. Sowwy.

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  4. But maybe chilly pork and mixed fried rice DESERVE caps lock. A DIVINE INTERVENTION.

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  5. hahahahah! Its ok. I like you shouting at me about chilly pork and mixed fried rice from blue lagoon.

    I do remember that something really really sordid had happened the day I had written this post, but I have NO memory of WHAt that was. I have decided that that must be a Good Thing. :-)

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