I feel like an ice cube. Not really, but I did feel like an ice cube yesterday when I was drenched and mildly shivering in a rick. Which was when I thought that analogy up and decided to blog it. Of course, I did consider the possibility of not feeling ice cubey when I actually typed it up, but bleh. 

In any case, I'm here to tell you that I'm in a happy mood right now. I feel positive. I'm twenty and I'm not too ugly and I'm not dumb and I'm not entirely talent-less. Also I might buy new clothes tomorrow, depending on the financer's mood. And Bauchklang is back. Plus I got two more seasons of Scrubs left. Woooooooooooo!
Its a good life. Even if your skin is suddenly allergic to most things. 
Not yours you idiot; mine. Mine's allergic. 
I will be off now.

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Author: Kirtana K

I paint and make music and blog like a maniac. These days I try to run. But I have chicken legs and lungs the size of two-rupee balloons. I fail. I like pajamas and striped socks and books that read like song and songs that sound like poetry and strangers who read this page. And Maggi when I'm sick or cold or sad or celebrating. They'll find noodles in my veins if ever they cut me open. And potatoes. And maybe a tiny bit of whiskey. I'll be an Unidentified Living Object and they'll put my insides on display. It will be crazy. It will be awesome. It will.

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