True spirituality involves not stealing another’s garlic bread.
~Me to the Boy over dinner last night.
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What?! Are you going to disagree?? 😯
True spirituality involves not stealing another’s garlic bread.
~Me to the Boy over dinner last night.
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What?! Are you going to disagree?? 😯
Please get groundnuts for my friend. She sits at the window and pleads for food.
~A text Dad sent Mum today.
I have a precious, unique disadvantage.One that I would never trade. With a father this gentle, all other men seem like brutes. 😦
The friend, by the way, is a parrot.
I’ve just realized the secret to true happiness.
It’s not a man.
It’s not babies.
It’s a closet full of brand new shoes.
J, at last, I feel wholly fulfilled.
~Me to the BFF, all enlightened and aglow.
Her response:
You clown, you’ve been watching too much Sex & the City.
Sigh.
But you guys understand, don’t you?
Don’t you? 😦
The scene: Me and friends at a bookstore in Reading, urgently hunting down a couple titles for me before our train to London arrived.
(It was the sweetest sight I’ve seen in a while, two grown men scrambling up and down floors and shelves so I could have what I wanted. College buds, they’re for life.)
Friend A: This title called The Female Eunuch, would you have it?
Staffperson: I’ll check.
OJ (racing up): And do you have The Madwoman’s Underclothes?
Staffperson (smiling ever so wryly): Oh madam, do I have the answer to that!
English humor, I could marry you. I’d even do the dishes.
a.k.a. Every Blade in the Glade
Credits: OJ and her Canon PowerShot SX120 IS.
It’s such beautiful weather here… spring! Playing tennis under leafy green trees with a bit of sun and the occasional light breeze wafting by…
~A friend on chat this evening, totally unmindful of the fact that my color resembles the picture’s.
Ryan, this one’s for you. I recommend clicking to enlarge. Sheesh, never mind how that sounds.
I spelled out my full name to a booking agent over the phone the other day and here’s what followed:
OJ: _ as in _, _as in _, ……
Agent:*silence*
OJ: Hello?
Agent: Are you an Indian national?
OJ: Yes
Agent: Different name, no?
OJ: It’s a Parsi name. Have you met a Parsi before?
Agent: Oh. You are the first Parsi I have ever spoken to!
OJ: Congratulations.
And such it goes. Perhaps now it’ll be easier to accept that tribal status. I should’ve thrown in a couple war cries while I was at it. Pity he couldn’t see my plumage. Tsk.
OJ *hacking loudly for effect*: Oooh, I’m going to die of consumption!
The Boy *not even looking up*: Given how much you consume….
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Did you hear that? A-B-C* this, A-B-C this! A-B-C it now!
~ Just another conversation at my current workplace. A-B-C stands for the antecedent-behavior-consequence analysis in behavior therapy. Oh, to be surrounded by good old shrinks.
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OJ (addressing a two-foot someone in a baby yoga class):And why aren’t you being a butterfly today?
Little J (yawning): My wings broke.
I’ve been assigned guard duty at my cousin’s wedding tomorrow, in case her mother-in-law shows up to stop it. Why me, I ask?
~Me to MM, on chat.
What was that again about Parsis being peaceful people?
Vox populi