Appeasing the Blog Police

The Blog Police are on my tail so everybody say 'aaaaaaaaaaah!' . (Everybody says 'aaaaaaaaaaah' )

Now look snappy and wash under your fingernails. These Blog Police, they are nutty people, but they care a lot about hygiene I hear. 
So. I've been warned and I've bewared and don't you go correcting my grammar O Sayer of Aaaaaaaaah, just save your breath and say aaaaaaaaaaaah three times more, so They don't say I don't make no noise anymore in cyberspace. I don't I don't but I'm working class hero as of today so what do you expect me to do about that? I don't have the time to troll anymore my sweet. Well. Maybe I'm only a working class hero for 7-10 days but I'm still gonna get into the groove and be dramatic about how busy I am. Because I fucking am. I'm busy as a bee in a bear's basement. It feels awesome. 
So now to tell you about my day, cos I know you're dying to know and too shy to ask. I went to Dadar, dropped a boatload of paints off at that office whose wall I'm painting, then to Bandra to look for fluorescent paints (which I don't think exist, fyi) then back to Dadar, where I climbed up on a narrow glass ledge and painted five hours straight. Now I can't keep my eyes open but I feel so worthful
Also, I did all my travelling by train today. *blinks once, halo appears*
I'm tired, Zonk. I will sleep in an hour at least I think. And I will be back with pictures eventually. Hope it goes well, this wall I'm getting paid for. I cannot fuck it up.
Goodnight sleep tight don't let the Police bite. 
:)

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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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