Monday, February 16, 2015

Back to Square 1

The hopes of achieving a hot and happening figure crash by the minute. After having a peek to the could be, I am back to square one. The number I began with, once again has come to give me company. Learning is that life will have to be lived in strict pursuit and that is a deal which I am not ready to make.
I have not gone all out crazy I have watched what I have eaten even if its not my usual plan. But things have gone to hell  anyways. I mean isn't it enough that hangovers have the capability of lasting bloody two whole days and during those two days you just hate the world and every living and non living thing in it. In addition to that the alcohol transforms into fat overnight.
Drinking like a fish is no longer worth it, and I must admit that I have become a old fart who sips wine not because of the intricacies of taste but because plain " abhi daru nahin pachti " I cant deal with the horror it brings with it and I am certainly not talking about the 3am drunk dial to friends.
Bottom line is I haves swollen over night and we now need to see whether it disappears like a bad manicure or stays like a bad haircut.
My bloated fat face

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