i used to blink when i was not in love

I believe, in my heart, that despite all the crap we go through in life, if you get up in the morning and work a little bit harder and a little bit better than the other guy, you will succeed.

invention has its own algorithm:
genius, obsession, serendipity, and epiphany in some unknowable combination.
how can you put that in a bottle?

lipstick... dipshtick... dickshit!

i met a woman today who was either
a) a vampire who just had blood for lunch
b) a human who just had blood for lunch.
c) an insecure woman with a boring face who decided to cosmetize her natural lips with an unnatural 'bright crimson hue', as described on her lipstick stick [?] or the color red, as non-discerning men like me would call it.

my discerning readers have already realized what i'm talking about - today's topic: what is with Red lipstick and women who wear them?
there are very few people who look good in red lipstick, and those clowns usually juggle for a living. of course, there are a few women who are able to pull it off - dimple kapadia and madhuri dixit. but the fact remains, red lipstick looks horrible on most women, and all men.
there have been literally thousands of names for the same color of lipstick over the years. yet there are only about three shades of red - dark red, red and light red. Period. And i mean that grammatically, not menstrually. although the context of it makes sense now that i think about it.

i dread the day a new lipstick brand launches into the market and they hire me to come up with names for their same-yet-different-shades of red lipsticks. how does menstrual red sound?

over n out

siamese twins... what happens if one dies before the other? does the other one have to lug the corpse around?

naturalism vs evolution

Apparently you can remove three-quarters of your liver and it can regenerate into a full liver again.
Either God created men like this so we can drink or men evolved into this so we can drink.

once upon a time, a drunk dude stood on a mound at durgam cheruvu to pee. as the urine gushed out, he savored the simple joy of a Pee Brr - that wonderful one-second shiver that comes and goes without warning. Long after he was done saying hello to nature, he stood there... marvelling at the Pee Sprinkle pattern that formed on his shoes.. till, like all things wonderful, the pattern disappeared... and he returned.. his bladder empty, his soul in bliss, his body invigorated, his mind hazy, and his drunk ass still drunk!!! :D

"Sorry i haven't written anything in a while"
wait... why am i wasting your time with apologies?
the best apology's probably 'new and improved' content. But does that mean what i used to blog back then was shit? i dont think so.
What i probably need this time around is just a wee bit more consistency. Okay. Lots of consistency. Shit loads of it!
Alright boy! Pick a schedule you can live with. and Stick to it!
but wait again... no more substandard crap posts. no more 'what to write', 'nothing to write' , 'i can write', 'i cannot write' posts !!!!!!!!!!
promise? promise! mdp? mosquito dead promise macha!
wohkay... cya around then