Stupid Universe

Now, Zonk, lets make this clear, I don't want to go to TISS to do Media and Culture Studies. I mean whatever. I don't give a fuck about it. But a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do. I was told I should apply to TISS. So apply I did. I'm not averse to the idea or anything. I'm neutral. Anyhow. Idiots want people's salary slips, even if they aren't claiming to be poor and in need of scholarship. So once I managed to get something done about that I went to the station to get a train, remembered that I forgot my receipt, went back home,got it, went back to the station, found out trains had stopped due to collapsed bridge, went to check naka, took a rick to TISS, and waited in line while they were shut for lunch. Now I'm home and I need to finish my paper for tomorrow.

Life is a struggle. My life in particular. I can see through your Screw Kitu Over Conspiracy, Universe! 

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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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