22 July, 2013

119 Seconds

My laundry for the week is done. Oh wait, I still have that bedsheet to deal with. Ah well, I'll give it to Sancy. Damn, they charge a lot. Oh, I have to stop at the ATM. Screw it, I'm too tired to stop anywhere, go straight home and into bed. Erm, dinner. What should I eat? Those sattu parathas from Food Junction are brilliant. But I don't want to go alone. Too many guys at this time. Ergh. Grow up. You're not in a small town anymore. And those guys are cute too. Ah well. Dammit, forgot to call Mom again. She's going to be upset. I have to book tickets too! How long is it to salary day? Damn that's too long. And the office trip is this weekend. Shit, I have nothing to wear. Shut up, Conscience, I DO NOT have anything to wear and that's true. Reminds me, where is that shrug I got last week. I hope she didn't flick it like she flicked the last one. I have to talk to her about moving out. Better still, I hope she moves out. God, why does she have a problem with how late I get home! Just because her boyfriend is too busy to entertain her. Ugh. Why do I get stuck with such people. And I cribbed about my college roommates. I miss them. Okay, now I feel guilty, I suck at keeping in touch and I still crib about missing them. I'll set reminders to call Indu this weekend. I should go down and visit her sometime. Been too long since I even talked to Aunty. Oooh, that be a sexy bike. I wish I had legs long enough to ride one of those. Damn. What and all God chooses not to give us. I should ressurect my Twitter. Well, fine, I'm hopeless at fitting things into 140 characters but still, I like the new app. And I need to check my inbox, too many messages unreplied. Why is that guy revving his stupid scooter? 19 seconds more to go and he's already in a hurry. The last straw will be if he honks at me. There he goes, asshole. I'm not budging until it's green, moron, go over me if you want to. Ah, here come the pedestrians, one day I'm going to take the time to stop and tell you how fucking awesome you are, not. I should get pizza and watch the rest of Magic Mike. No pizza, no money. Tickets. Tatum, I love you, how could you marry Dewan. The Duchess is having a baby! No shit. Please start. NOW. Ah, thank God.

P.S: In case you didn't guess, this is a depiction of what goes on in my head when I'm waiting for the traffic light to turn green. Yes, I'm entirely, hopelessly random like that.

 

36 comments:

  1. very interesting :P :P ...

    you know my bestest friend is Indu too.. and her mom (aunty) is super sweet.. and your post reminded me that i have not called her this week O_O

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    1. Thanks:P

      Ahhh, reminds me I still haven't called her!! :/

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  2. The thoughts that go inside my head at a traffic signal, sadly cannot be made public..
    And yeah resurrect twitter!! I have always used a Application named Seesmic for twitter, and it's cool. What application did you find?

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    1. Oooh, interesting ;)

      I use the Twitter app itself, works pretty okay for me considering I disappear after a few 100 tweets -_-

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  3. 119 seconds ? You sure.
    I felt like I watched the whole season of some epic TV series. :P Okay, I was kidding. :P #OkBye

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  4. This much in 120 correction 119 seconds - I`m sure my mind is much too doped/lazy to do an equivalent amount of thinking in one whole day :P

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    1. One of the fundamental differences between a male and a female brain I suppose :D:P

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  5. OMG you have typed this all so well. I mean thousand things run in my mind when I sleep, eat and just sit and I just can't keep a track of them. You have beautifully done that. I am going to try it too.

    and Bikes. I just love them. HEAVY BIKES <3

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    1. Thank you!:)

      They are SUPER awesome. Sigh.

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  6. Hey you don't have a "please prove you are not a robot' thingie. YAYYYY. :D

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    1. HAHA, no, I don't. I hate those. HATE.

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  7. Hahaha.. That were some pretty intense 119 seconds from laundry to Channing Tatum.
    A women's mind is like a Google chrome. We can open as many tabs as we want, at the same time, with different thing going on, in every tab.
    We however, never realize, that is only going to make our chrome slow!

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    1. Nyaah, my Chrome's guns forward no matter how many zillion tabs I open. Apparently randomness doesn't take up too much brain space :P:D:D

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  8. That's such a cute post. You know, when I am really bored and sad in office, I open your blog and read your posts. They are so awesome. I esp. loved the 101 traffic post.. :):).. Keep writing :)

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  9. OMG, give it a break. Kill the engines and put the brain to rest too :D

    Cheers,
    Blasphemous Aesthete

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    1. HAHAHAHAHA :P Or I could think random thoughts and keep myself occupied this way..

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    2. It sure is fun to beat up people in your brains when you know you don't stand a chance in reality :D

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  10. Kudossss to your thoughts flow process :)

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  11. What goes in my mind during a traffic signal..??

    119
    118
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    3
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    Ah, Green..!! :D

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    1. Like I told Atrocious Scribblings, the fundamental difference between a male and a female brain, I suppose :D:D

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  12. Too much in 119 seconds dude...Thank God the signal turned Green. :P

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  13. Whoa. You think of all things civil. I cant even mention what all runs in my mind 24x7

    *runs off and hides behind a drum*

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  14. Ah I see that the Bangalore traffic has whole-heartedly. :D

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    1. :O I'm sure that sentence had an end :P

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  15. Too much of thinking in too short a time...u rock!!!

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  16. Loved it ! You write really well Priyanka.Brought a smile on face because this is exactly what I think about - random,useless things when I am actually supposed to think.But when I am waiting, I can think of nothing but that I am waiting..and hate every sec of it !

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    1. Thanks for visiting!:)
      Thank you!:)

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  17. Omg, how can you remember em?? I think we are all the same when it comes to random thoughts but I always forget the beginning and take another hour connecting the thread. You really nailed the randomness, superb!

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