Enjoying leftover Tamil food packed for me by my second mom @vsivaranjan my tummy is full of spice and my heart full of love
My evening has been spent watching someone else watch golf videos on YouTube and practicing his swing. What has become of my life?
Why do people believe that life has to be fair? Why should it? Life only seems fair when you’re not holding the shit end of the stick.
After hours of cleaning, purging and organizing; all my clothes fit in my closet again. It’s a Christmas miracle.
I’m not sure if the fried chicken place across the street from my gym is a good thing. My hearts says yes, but my mind is telling me no.
I *love* getting random, unsolicited advice from strangers on the street. No, it’s not weird or rude at all.
My mother seems to think two donuts is not an appropriate dinner. My response: it’s better than one donut.
Made plans for my evening. And then they got ruined. And by ruined, I mean the exact opposite. Not what I planned, but so much better
This summer has been epic. Everything is finally finished and I can enjoy the what’s left of August.
How long can a body survive on a diet of coke, ice cream and gummy bears? I do this in the name of science.
Mom wisdom: “I know you’re dating someone when you start wearing make-up.” She doesn’t know me as all.
I got out of bed 5 hours ago. And now I’m back under the covers. What a glorious Sunday it has been.
Why can’t I be one those people who loses their appetite when stressed? Why does ice cream make everything better?