serve up my head on a plate for you-OOOOOOO
bro (giving me worried looks out of the corner of his eye): you know those aren't the real words right?
me: dude! these are the words. it's a creepy love song
bro: nooo. the words are 'put my hand on a blade for you'. considerably less creepy/violent. (looks very worried)
Been at home for almost two months now. Gap year is progressing great so far. (I think) Extended-conservative-Indian family is not exactly appreciative/understanding/comprehending-motives (if any). I probably haven't helped because I have spread around ten different versions of my "plan". I just make one up and say it with a lot of unconvincing looking eyebrow wiggling when anyone asks me. So people comparing notes either conclude that I don't have a plan or that they know different peopled called me. Probably the first, you know?
Ah well, short term aim is something I have today atleast- REMEMBER to go to driving class.
Dude,my Dad loves that song!mockingly but still, that doesn't stop him from playing it incessantly at home. How are the driving classes progressing?
ReplyDeletei love it too in the same mocking way i suppose. :D
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