Have resume my old blog: cuppamasala.blogspot.com

May be back on here if I ever have massive quantities of free time...

Happy is what happens

That's why I couldn't be happier.
No, I couldn't be happier.
Though it is, I admit,
the tiniest bit
unlike I anticipated.
But I couldn't be happier.
Simply couldn't be happier.
Well - not "simply" -
'Cause getting your dreams,
it's strange, but it seems
a little - well - complicated.
There's a kind of a sort of...cost.
There's a couple of things get...lost.
There are bridges you cross
you didn't know you crossed
until you've crossed.

It's been over a month since my last post! School and weddings and colds have kept me on my toes. But, what has cracked me up this month has been labels found on household products.

On a bottle of Aussie Shampoo:
"Sometimes your roots are greasy, your ends are frazzled, and your car won't start. This helps two of those problems."

~~ More added later. Time for work.~~

there's no shame in being crazy

Well, it kind of hurts

when the kind of words you write

kind of turn themselves into knives.

And don't mind my nerves,

you could call it fiction,

but I like being submerged in your contradictions, dear,

'cause here we are.

Here we are.

Conversation with a very sweet man:

K: I love all the compliments.

M: You deserve them.

K: Hehe. You keep me on my toes!
M: So that it's easier to sweep you off your feet.

Part of Andrew's ode:
"You're the shampoo to my hair.

You're the braces to my teeth."

And Ben, quoting comedian Demetri Martin:

I got some new pajamas with pockets in 'em. Which is great, because before that, I used to have to hold stuff when I slept. But now I'm like, 'Where's my planner? There it is. "Keep sleeping." All right, perfect.'



Image from getrichjournaling.com

i feel like such an insomniac

I'd like to make myself believe

that planet earth turns slowly.

It's hard to say

that I'd rather stay

awake when I'm asleep,

'cause everything is never as it seems.

'Cause I get a thousand hugs

from ten-thousand lightning bugs

as they try to teach me how to dance.

A foxtrot above my head,

a sock-hop beneath my bed;

a disco ball is just hanging by a thread...

After my cell phone started playing Beethoven's Sonata Pathétique...

R: I think you're getting a call.

K: Oh, that's just M texting me.

R: It plays a song?

K: Don't be jealous. It plays the same song when you text me.

R: I'm not jealous. It just seems like an awfully big celebration for a text message.

Talking to a friend hours after hanging out...

K: What else is up?

B: ...Other than that, I've been sitting around. I'm not quite as interesting when you aren't around say, "You're pretty interesting."

A mysterious IM Nathan left on my computer:
Thank God for the internet....where you can just go idle at 4am without a worry. Couldn't do that in like.. an alley. Wake up with a witty note.... You wouldn't be like "Nice, a message." You'd be like "Why didn't I notice this?!"

Image from http://www.jpgmag.com/photos/120294 via lilidonnelly.com.

one phone call from our knees

Oh, it's your light

Oh, it's your way

Pull me out of the dark

Just to shoulder the weight

Cryin' out now

From so far away

You pull me closer to love

Closer to love

Referring to a song....
Girl: Do you have "Sex on Fire?"
C: Only when I like to spice things up.

Referring to a roller coaster...

RM: I can't wait to ride the dominatrix.

C: You might want to rephrase that.

RM: Oh, oops. At least I can blame it on being dyslexic.

And we'll end with Jonathan who was trying to describe the movie Terminator 2 to me:

"It's like riding an epileptic tiger through a Honda dealership during a hailstorm."