The love of my life -- or one of the many ( sorry, you! and you..=) -- has chosen to go public, and be no more a closet blogger. Yaaay! This I learnt at 3 am today when Schizosalad aka Mayonnaise Toss called. Didn't snap or nothing for being woken, mostly because one was up anyway. So, blah blah, I love this woman to teeny tiny pieces, obvious blog roll addition. This, what follows, should constitute a fitting ode to our janam-janam ka rishta. We don't want to get too weepy..
And so, besides love, fraanship, and other maudlin crap, I'm also a fan of her raa-thur dramatic persona. We're both September births. We love Indian-isms, and often exaggerate, and employ poor pronunciation with other filmi lingo-tactics to tickle ourselves. We've also both reached the conclusion that the other is the most slutty person she and I know -- that, based more on each of our 'tendencies' than what we actually.. do.
Like all good girls, we love good clothes. She has more of a thing for shoes, and I don't wear red half as much, but we're both Carrie Bradshaw on Facebook. She's hugely creative. Watch her -- oh but you can't -- click and smooth-pixel her way around photoshop; how often has this woman de-flawed my far-from-perfect skin, and made me look soft and delectable in shades of sepia, as also black and white! She gives me goose pimples, and we will get a room, yes. But, for her photo skills, I have nothing but deep respect. I want to someday buy her a fancy SLR, and have her shoot my portfolio, us both being vain suckers for yellow light.
She takes literature and music seriously (go skim through the bit about Plath and her damn Beetles poster ). She nurses a thing for obscure farty flms, and the little elf has caterpillar-butterflied into being quite the thinking man(?)'s hottie! Please to be shooing off to read poetic goddess rant and ponder on. Links everywhere.
(Flying kissies for you, my indispensable sweetness! Write more often; our fleeting lives, lets keep tabs -- till philandering brings us but nearer! )