making myself happy

hogwash. absolute hogwash.

Anyway…….I’m baccccccccccccck! Not for long though! I am at my soon-to-be-ex office and typing this out during lunch break. Lots and lots has happened since the last time I blogged but I am going to refrain from launching into the vast stretch of barren emotional wasteland that the last two months (almost) has been. Ahhh, nothing like a dramatic (and morose) sentence like that to set the tone of this post. Woot woot! Unnecessary, over compensated verbosity was always my thing don’t you know?

Anyhow, I am going back home to dearest Colombo, Sri Lanka. The pretentious bitches back home better be prepared for my arrival! Actually they won’t! Ha ha. It is, after all, a surprise visit. Well not so much, if you read this. But I ain’t gonna reveal the dates biyatch. I must, however, insert a disclaimer that since the surprise is mostly for my mother she is not a pretentious bitch. I mean, all mothers are biyatches once in a while, but are we not biyatch-y children once in a while too? I will not appreciate anyone coming up to me and saying they have never thought of their mother as a biyatch at least once in their lives. I need to know I am human. Ok so mothers out there, you guys ruleeeeeez.

I love my mother btw, fyi.

I have a new job that will start immediately when I get back. It is a market research job and it’s something I am looking forward to dabble in. This is something I can see myself making a career out of but I will NOT romanticize about the job. Woot woot! I am just happy that it’s something I am interested in. I could say I am passionate about it, and I very well could be, but who knows with these things. I am a disillusioned man these days.

Movies I have watched recently:

The Squid and the Whale A-
The Family Stone B
Keeping Mum B
Friends with Money B+
Devil wears Prada B
The Break Up A-
Hard Candy B+
Thank you for Smoking A-

I’m sure there are more; y’know, so many movies, so little time to blog about them. Anyway, any of the above will give you reasonably good entertainment so do, really do, go fantastically, fantabulously wild with them.

Random things that I have thought about recently:

The value of virginity.

Of course if you are 12 or something, keeping your virginity is the only way to go. But I say, fuck it if you are above 18. The first time, although planned gloriously in your head is always a ruinous experience. So yeah, just fuck it and have sex and be protected at all times. Hump like rabbits and keep the doctor away. I personally do not have a glamorous sex life by any standards but I am glad that the big V was lost when I was only just a ‘wee’ one. FOUR YEARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But if you’ve held out because you share a strong belief in the power of celibacy, then more power to you my friend. Also do not fall in love with your first sexual partner!!!!! Never never!!!! It is dangerous and disastrous to your physical and mental state. Also, do not fall in love with lots of other people.

Religious beliefs.

Certain recent events have forced me to think about what kind of religious beliefs I have. I don’t believe I have any actually. Oh I’m Hindu and pray the Hndu prayers and all that but I’ve been preached a very general kind of Hinduism over the course of my 22 years and I don’t believe I’ve grown particularly attached to it. I’m not not fond of it but I’ve just taken it for granted that yep God exists and I just don’t think about it anymore. I’m a very irreverent person but I do have a respectful side lurking inside of me. Lurking just below the desire to make funny jokes of course. Laughing, my friends, is the new religion. Cue: chuckle.

Grey’s Anatomy.

This show, my dearest friends is awesome. Many a day I have woken up in panic because I think I’ve missed my first surgery of the day. Many a day I have sat in front of my computer and held up my hands just like a surgeon would- partially outstretched, ready for action- and wished I was in that show. As a screen writer of course. Psshhh. Many a day I have pretended that all my friends were interns and I was the Dr. McDreamy. I tell myself I cannot have everything in life and I must, really must, be satisfied with being just McDreamy and stop complaining that I am not a surgeon or an intern. It’s a sad life. Beauty is a curse for your information.

Oh, unfortunately, I must stop now.

Life beckons.