The only LEGAL heir.

Sometimes, no matter how hard you try to close the doors, somebody gets through.
It's like, all your power and control, goes down the fucking drain and then one year later, all you can do is laugh with them over a cup of coffee.

Basically, friends are stupid and annoying and irritating and the joke starts is why the hell can't we survive without them?

I mean, I won't jump in front of a car every time a friend of mine looses touch but then, every time someone worth calling a friend looses touch, I will feel the need to run over someone.

So this post is about this friend of mine.
She's not that old, but she's not that new.
She's not that bold, but she's not that blue.

She's this idiot who listens to every story I narrate,
And the smart ass who know's the difference between transportation and freight.

She knows when to tell me I'm cute and when to slap me for my own good,
She knows when I'm sleepy and when I'm PMSing or when I just need food.

She knows the difference between being around and being there,
She does what she wants and when she wants and for the world? She has NO CARE.

Her people are her people and you fckin' don't mess with them.
One wants to be a lawyer and the other one hates Chem.

She gets jealous and she's pretty possessive about the things she owns,
She gets angry pretty easily too so you better watch out for the stones.

She's a lady when it comes to wearing lipstick and a geek when it comes to studying,
She's a MOM when it comes to me being a jackass and a guy when it comes to eating.

Sucker for sweets,
Idiot hates to tweet.
Facebook and her don't go hand in hand,
On the stage is not where she likes to stand.
Crazy for dance,
Always has balance.
Hates curly hair,
The only  LEGAL heir.




A very happy eighteenth birthday to the most crazy person in my life. I'm still figuring out HOW can someone be so geeky and gooey and careless and responsible AT THE SAME TIME.

Well, here's to trying.

Did I mention she loves clicking pictures?

Watermelon white sauce pasta.

A million times, without fail,
I'll do over every thing, from letters to mails.
I'll say sorry when I'm right,
And I'll tuck you in every night.
I'll watch Star wars not because I love you.
But because I love fiction and action and I still call you boo.
I'll smile as I replace the flowers at the dinner table every day,
And I'll plan a party every year near the end of May.
I'll look at you and I'll tell you everything you need to hear,
I'll make you feel close even during times I'm not near.
I'll install viber and Skype and I'll do long distance,
I'll do whatever you ask. Eat pizza, for instance.

I'll do everything I should,
Everything I never could.
I'll make you pancakes on mundane monday mornings.
I'll serve cornflakes on tired Tuesdays.
I'll steal you from your office for momos and a quickie,
And to remember me by, I'll leave a hickie.
I'll do everything I should.
And every thing I never could.

Scented candles, rose petals, candle light dinners and love letters.

Boxers, or tuxedos, soulmates or brothers.
Let's romance the fuck out of each other.

Everything I should.
Everything I never could.

A thousand times over.💖

The Cliched Croissants.

Winters are here and I love mist and the melodrama that comes with it. So I haven't been able to write a poem for months and all it took was a 2:30 minute song by Adele to write this down and if you're looking for inspiration, she's the person you need to go to. But before you read it, I need to ask you this one thing..

Did you all get your someones to lean on? If you didn't, get them before it gets too cold OR, a latte maybe?

This is how the story went..
When I met someone by accident.

I thought I could do better without you by my side,
But then we made history every night.

I would've asked you to warm me up and hold me like your favorite cushion,
With me just lying on top without the wrong intuition.

This is how the story went,
When I met someone by accident..

Turning texts on whatsapp into calls that strapped us broke for the rest of the week,
Days into weeks and months into years, just by looking at each other. So as to speak.

A cliched romance dipped in hot chocolate sauce,
Conversations that went around trigonometric functions of sin and cos.

"I never thought we'd be like this." I said with a tint of blush,
Who was I kidding? I could always write him poems, even with a paint brush.

So this is how our story went..
When we met by accident.

No casualties with no signs of hit-and run,
Wait. Was this orchestrated all along?
Even if it was, who cares because I got my someone.
Even if, in arguments he proves me wrong.
Even if, the asshole's someone I can never outrun. 

About what I said, 2 posts ago about the mistletoe and love?
Well, I second that because LOVE brings out the best in you.

The Paris Attacks ; My Take.

I fail to understand why this happened. As an act of revenge or just out of insanity that drove the eight ISSI members to cause this disaster?
I FAIL to understand how can somebody have so much rage inside them that they bloody become capable of instrumenting such attacks.

I found out about the Paris Attack the morning of 14th November, while I was in the loo, checking my phone when I came across this hashtag on instagram that had been repeated, #prayforparis.

Thanks, to Google and the fast Wifi I pay for, I found out the whole story minutes later and I didn't even care to read WHY did the attack happen.
You know why? Because there cannot be ANY rational explanation for killing innocent civilians like that.

What bothers me the most is, WE are supposed to be smart. There's a reason why we sleep on beds with doors closed and animals live in the forests and what I feel is, we're starting to forget that reason.
We know better than murder and we know better than anger.
The actions of an individual or a group of individuals do not reflect their whole nation and every body of the same nationality.

We, as humans have divided this ONE, small world into so many pieces that we all have forgotten the one thing we all have in common, HUMANITY.

What happened shouldn't have happened and the lives that we've lost, weren't supposed to be lost.
The more pathetic side of the story is, that because the nations stood in solidarity with France, they're being claimed to be irrational in their ways of world peace.

I mean, 132 people died.
Can we, please, FOR once forget who didn't support whom and can we for ONCE stop pointing fingers and just give a minute of silence to pay our respects for the lives lost?

The Mistletoe.

Somebody once said to someone they love, "You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire you." and god, when did people stop saying things like that?

When was the last time you saw someone by a 100 roses for their lover?

Do you even remember the last time you eye-witnessed a flash mob proposal?

I mean, HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN?

To be honest, it bugs me. I mean, when the fuck did a lousy text saying "Hey you wanna hang at dominoes?" outrun the classic way guys had to go through so much trouble for one date.
Sometimes, I think we girls give away too easily.

My point is, when did classic romance turn into texts and when did phrases that would knock you off your feet turn into stupid emoticons?

I think love used to be so much deeper back in the 60's. I mean, all the shit women did to all the poor guys. My grandmother once told me how a guy who lived down the street stood in front of her house for eight months consistently even before she looked at him.
Also, guys used to be so darn romantic.
I know stories of how guys spent months looking their best, trying to impress the girl's parents for marriage and it's just not the case anymore.

I mean, are relationships these days that shallow that they don't even seem worth the effort?

Because how I think, fifty years ago or fifty years later, LOVE is always going to LOVE and there's no way that feeling of looking to your right, seeing him talk and smiling because you're so sure he's every thing, can change. EVER.

So bring out the romance people because if you love someone that ridiculously, tell them just how ridiculous you can be.
Also, take out the mistletoe because Christmas is coming and because
legend says, it's mandatory to kiss under them.

It's not enough.

I didn't get good sleep last night.

You know what I mean?

I mean, I was tired and I had to stay up and then when I was done, I couldn't sleep. I just couldn't sleep.

For the first hour, I tried tossing and turning around. You know, adjusting the pillow thinking it'll work even though it never does. 

When that didn't work out, I stared at the small portion of the ceiling that was ignited with the light from the window.

After another hour passed and I got up to pee for the fifth time, I realized, I was having trouble sleeping because five times in one night, and without beer, meant I was up for a long time. 

Then, I tried looking out the window where everything looked the same. 

For the last 2 years that I've lived here, nothing's changed actually and then I saw something..

Heard something*

Noises. You know, the sound of two people kissing and I realized the source of the noise was the room down the hall. 

I stood outside the door of the room, thinking who's in there because this room is supposed to be empty and did curiosity kill the cat?

I opened the door and I saw two teenagers making out and you'd think they'd be smart enough to lock the door if they're planning second base. 

Well, the cat was still alive, even though, it could be in shock.

You see, the girl was her little sister and the guy was her best friend in the whole wide world. 

So, how do I respond?

For a minute, I stood there thinking if it was a dream because this can't be real. 

I didn't even know they talked.

I mean, except the usual greetings when they bump into each other because of me, they had never exchanged anything. Not anything I knew of. 

Then, I thought should I be mad because my best friend, the guy who tells me everything and by everything, I mean, I knew his ex-girlfriend's entire lingerie and now he's making out with my little sister in my house and didn't bother to mention it. 

Then, I thought of my little sister. I mean, when did the girl who couldn't even go to the mall without my approval for her outfit get a guy who's 4 years older than her in her bedroom. 

For five minutes I stood there looking at them as they were cloth-hunting under the sheets and the bed. I heard noises and I saw their lips moving but I was so shocked and furious that I couldn't understand a single word they said. 

The sixth minute, I walked three steps inside, bent and picked up my little sister's pink bra that we bought together at the mall and I handed it over to her putting an end to the cloth-hunting. 

I turned around and marched down the hall back to my room when I felt a hand on my back. I turned and it was him. My so called best friend who didn't even bother to tell me that he was screwing my sister. 

I looked him in the eye, and he removed his hand and said four words, "I am really sorry."

I went to my room and lied down on my bed with the heaviest heart I had in years. 

Ten minutes later, he came into my room and asked me to say something, and all I could say was, "It's not fucking enough."

Betrayal. 

It makes you angry and gives the feeling of something burning inside your chest and you feel like it's going to crack open. 

It makes you feel as if someone punched your stomach so bad, you're going to puke. 

It makes you suffer from this pain, this excruciating pain, that doesn't end. 

Forgiveness isn't the challenge, forgetting is. 

Funnily enough, after he left the room, I tossed right and hugged my pillow, almost as if it were a person and guessed what?

I slept like a baby.

 

Stuck in the moment.❤

Fell in love from the moment we kissed,
While my love for you, was something you missed.

All these years, I've looked at you and I've wished you were mine,
And now that you are, this feels like a crime.

All those stupid places we spent hours talking incessantly,
I never thought I would fall for a Gemini.

All those days you called and I didn't pick up,
I kept thinking if I did, in the moment, we'll be stuck.

Because Cleopatra and Ceaser didn't have the crazy story we do,
And Bonnie and Clyde never had to hide, like we do.

All the hideous food and ugly pictures we kept clicking,
Lost track of time and didn't realize there was a clock always ticking.

I feel like it's a crime but it's too late since you're already mine.

But it's all right, as long as we're lying side by side,
As long as you call me every night, I'll be okay with being your bride.

I'll love you unlike the rest,
Even with all your stupid tests.
I'll kiss you when you're sick,
And I'll make you watch chick-flicks.

And you're gonna have to cope up even if it's not fine,
Because it's too late since you're already mine.

So honey, there's nothing at all you can do,
Because I'm stuck in the moment with you. 💕

All about him.

If my life was a book, that asshole would have been able to narrate every chapter without even reading it.

If my life was a song, he'd be able to play it on every instrument on the face of the earth.

If my life was a poem, he'd recite it whenever he got the chance.

If my life was a food, he would eat that for breakfast, lunch and dinner every day.

If my life was a shirt, he'd wear it 5 times a week without caring about what people would say.

If my life was a movie, he'd watch it over and over again until he knew all the dialogues.

Little did he know, my life was all about him..

Step One : You say, "We Need To Talk."

So you ride this bus everyday and you sit at the last seat every time you get on to that bus.
Every day, a small girl of 5 sits at the corner seat with her school bag clenched between her thighs.

You see her everyday and never care to exchange a word with her.
But you see her everyday, for the next 13 years.
You see the same 5 year old girl grow up to be 18 and you still don't care to exchange a word because you're too stubborn.

Then one day, you get on to that bus and don't find her there. You comfort yourself with a rational explaination.
The next day, you don't even notice that she's not there.
Until a week passes, and you see another bus passing by with the girl in it.

Do you feel bad?
I mean, you shouldn't.
Why would you feel bad over a stranger changing her bus?

But you do. You feel bad and you always will regret every day that went by and you didn't talk to her.

I mean, how many chances did you have?
You let her go.

And now your bus isn't your bus anymore because the one person that made a random bus, your bus is not there anymore.

Houses don't turn into homes without people and humans add value to time, money and materials.

Money can never add value to us.

No matter how much you deny it, this will be the truth.

https://youtu.be/DF0zefuJ4Ys

The promises in heartbeats.

Somewhere between knowing nothing like John Snow and knowing everything by hearing your voice, I sort of fell in love.

Somewhere between the lines of deception and reading between the lines, I sort of felt something I never felt before.

Somewhere between planning a visit for weeks and showing up randomly, I started to like your eyes.

Somewhere between hearing your voice and looking at your face while you talked, I felt weak in my bones.

Somewhere between calling you after cutting my wrist to promising you to never do that again, I wondered what I would ever do without you.

Somewhere between carresing your cheek to being on top, I wanted to promise you I would be there forever.

Somewhere between shitty donuts and shitty sandwiches, I felt like I can eat pizza for you.

Somewhere between you and me, I found us.
Somewhere between you reading my blogs and my blogs being about you, I fell in love.
I felt weak in my bones.
I wondered what would I ever do without you.
I wondered you staring and I pictured you noticing how I roll my eyes.

I can't possibly promise I'll forever be around, but I'll always be there.

What I can promise is that I'll be here listening to all the songs you tell me to.
I'll watch all the rom-coms and I'll make you waffles.
I'll do all the things you've earned and,

You've earned all of them just by looking at me.

Sleeping sirens say that "I can't promise that things won't be broken, but I swear I will never leave."

And all I can do is, second that every second I spend with you for the rest of my life.

The First Sunday Of August.

When I was little, during the end July, I made a list of all my friends and people who deserved a friendship band.

During the first week, I saved pocket money so that I could buy all the bands I like.

Then, I spent the first weekend of August at the stationery, buying friendship bands for everybody I loved.

And then on Monday, when I went to school, I spent the day hugging my friends and giving out bands to the rest of the gang.
 
Then, all my friends spent the entire day hiding their bands in lunchboxes because some idiot who probably never got no band, complained to the discipline incharge that we carried bands to school.

Then, vans were the showdown time.
Who got how many bands? I got more.
Wait, that's half?

And after reaching home, the first thing I used to do was keep all of my bands inside my favorite drawer like mom used to keep her gold.

People called it Friendship's Day and this was how we celebrated it.

Years have passed since that has happened. Now, we send each other whatsapp messages at 12 am and add kisses to show we mean them.
We upload pictures with the ones close to us and write captions with overrated statements.

So the point is, why do we do all of this?

The answer is very easy. It's because we love our friends.

Why do we buy the expensive bands for some and cheap ones for others?

Because we love some of our friends more than we love the rest.

Why do we take care of the bands even when they cost 20 bucks?

Because we value the effort and to treasure of having a friend.

Why do we feel nice when we get bands in return?

Because it feels good to know that we're loved right back.💗

Often&Rare.

Often does it happen, we take things for granted.
Rare it is, that who you want will make you feel wanted.

Often does it happen, we loose control along the way.
Rare it is, we get ourselves together because what we do best is break. 

Often does it happen, we judge and get so mad, it makes us sad,
Rare it is, we look for reasons. And explanations, I might add.

Often does it happen, we smoke and we drink,
Rare it is, we take a cup of coffee and sit by the window to think.

Often does it happen, we make the bad choices and regret,
Rare it is, we move a step forward and forget.

Often does it happen, we screw everything good that comes along,
Rare it is, we realize what's important before it's long gone.

Often. All the bad things are.
All the good things? They're rare.

Change your oftens to rares and maybe, it'll be all right.
Take your glasses off, clean them, maybe, you'll get back your sight.

CareLess.

So I'm in 12th right now and so are most of my friends and we all understand the pressure and sometimes, it can REALLY get to you. So much so that capitalising really was an understatment.

So I thought a few tips of how to CARE LESS might be a good idea.
Before you worry, I have tried all of them and THEY work. So here you go.

1.  Don't go for coffee to keep you up. There are better options.

2. When you're sad or confused, go to the mirror and talk to yourself. Talk to yourself about all your problems and you might find the answer.

3. DANCE IN YOUR UNDERWEAR.
After you're back from school and you're done with your power nap, plug in your earphones, lock your room and dance like you don't fucking care.

5. Start cooking. Even if you don't know how to cook, start with a sandwich and then try salsa or pasta. This might actually come in handy because all nighters demand food and mommy ain't going to give you any in the middle of the night.

6. If you can't sleep and have a class in the morning, listen to tracks like Bubble - Daydream. I am not kidding when I say that they ACTUALLY help.

7. Since we got no time for reading novels, why don't watch some good movies whenever you get time.

8. Fix a day of the week when you have no tuitions and plan an outing to places you've never been to. Like, Ugrasen Ki Baoli, Old Fort or eating joints nearby you never tried.

9. Travel by metro whenever you can and make a new friend every time you do.

10. Play this game whenever you're thinking too much and it's making you tensed.
Go to your balcony and observe everyone that walks by. Make up a story in your mind about the first person you see and continue that story to the next person.

11. Read blogs online, click stupid pictures and don't stop going out because of boards.
It's all going to be all right.

It's the last year of schooling and no matter how much we hate waking up at 6, all of us are going to miss it.

Whatever you do, be happy because that 98% will be for nothing if you weren't happy while earning it. 😁

I'd call this random.

Faded blue jeans and specs worn out,
Too lazy to get new ones or to shout.

Fifty bucks in my pocket and I feel like spending,
Second day down and my back ain't bending.

Hair looks better when its open but I'll tie it anyway,
My dog wants to run but won't because I told him to stay.

Cut sleeves or full, it takes forever to decide,
Say whatever about me, I will take it in my stride.

Don't you dare touch me, nobody has that right,
Treat me well for as long as I want and who know's if I might.

Not so easy to please and all of that isjust a lie,
Even if I spend life being silent,
I promise to create chaos the day I die.

Cold coffee.

On sundays, you're pancakes. 

On mondays, you're the late night chocolate shakes. 

On tuesdays, you're the temple I visit, 

On wednesdays, you're the evening tea with biscuits. 

On thursdays, you're my yellow outfit,

On fridays, you're the crossword game I forfeit. 

On saturdays, you're my hangover headache,

On sundays, you're the promise I make. 

The promise of holding on forever, 

Even at times the either of us say "Whatever". 

The promise of never leaving you, 

Even during times, the sky's missing blue. 

The promise of waking up next to you every day, 

Even when you treat me like Anastasia of Fifty shades of grey. 

The promise of not making promises I can't keep, 

And the promise of not closing my eyes till you're asleep. 

I fall in love with you every time I see you smile, 

You know I hate walking. But for you, I'd walk a thousand miles. 

Geddit?

Sometimes people loose their reason.
Like, we all have that one reason.
Our reason to get up in the morning and go back to sleep to dream about it. Our reason to be okay and take care of ourselves.
We all have that one reason we keep on surviving.

Well, sometimes we loose that reason.

And that's when we need reminders.

Like this post.
A reminder of what you mean to somebody and a reminder that 'bestfriend' seems too short of a tag when they're talked about.
A reminder of how much they matter and how much they not being there affects somebody.

People need reminders.

Like a friend of mine needs one right now.

She needs to be reminded that her people love her even if they don't tell her. She needs to be reminded that her people miss her even if they don't miss her.
She needs to be reminded that she has been fought over and people have fought their way to talk to her.
She needs to be reminded that she's our sun and even if her clouds cover her most of the time, she still is our sun.
She needs to be reminded that she's stupid for thinking her people don't love her.

Also, she needs to be reminded of her best friend.
And how her best friend needs her to believe that every thing is going to be alright.
And how her best friend needs her to smile because pouting is a fading fashion.
And how her best friend wants to tell her that she loves her.

People do need reminders.
Reminders of the fact that they're not forgotten and that they're loved and they're needed.

Also, birthday in fourteen days, love.

Tandoori Chicken Sandwhich

And it's a little stupid. And it's a little weird and it's a little wrong. 

But then, I don't care if it's wrong or stupid or weird because it makes sense to me in ways nothing can. 

I mean, I see you with a newspaper in your hands on the right side of the bed when I wake up. 

And I see you coming late from work and getting me a quilt because I slept while I waited. 

I even see you struggling to find your tie even when it's right in front of you. 

I see you going out for office trips and me picking up at the Airport, every time. 

And I see us playing PS3 in boxers and drinking beer when the kids are asleep. 

I see us going out for Ice cream at 3 am only because I'm on my period. 

And I see us going out on vacations and not leaving the hotel room. *raising eyebrows*

I see you every where,

I see you in my smile and whenever I wear Kajal and every time I see a married couple. 

I see you when I wake up because you're not on the right side. 

I see you when I don't want to have dinner because you won't let me do that after we're married. 

I see you when I have too much to drink because I only want to come home to you after that. 

I told you, it's stupid. 

But I want to more than just see you. 

I want to close buttons for you and kiss you in elevators. 

I know that's a long time away. But then, that's going to be okay. 

Because, the best things in life are always worth waiting for. 

Is it?

When I was little, I always feared loosing my favorite toy. I always thought of loosing it one day and I dreaded that moment. Then I grew up a little, and I started to fear loosing people. Then when I turned into a teenager, I started to fear loosing myself. 

While I sat there being afraid of the worst case scenarios, I forgot to enjoy the best case scenarios. 

I forgot to appreciate the time I had with my favorite toy, my favorite person and my favorite version of myself. 

It's no way to live life. Being scared? 

Screw that. 

They say, "All the good things come to an end.". 

We don't know when and it's something we cannot help.

But what you can do or change is how fast or how slow will it end. 

So imagine this, will you be a brave mother and give your baby essence of nightshade to give him an easy death? Or will you sit there and watch him scream to death just to get a few more moments with him. 

It's all going to be over one day. Either you're going to die soon and leave things undone or you'll live to sit on the porch with a glass of wine alone. 

Either you're going to stand up and do something about the things you don't like or you'll be the stubborn idiot you are and not give a rat's ass about things. 

Either you watch someone you love die or you die before they do and give them the pain you saved yourself. 

Every relationship and friendship is going to end and it's going to hurt. 

But the question my friend, is that Is it worth fighting for? 

Is it? 

A midnight's request.

I don't like you not being there. I don't like it when I need you and you're nit there. I don't like it when I call you and you don't pick up. I don't like that you're so far away. I don't like that I can't have you. I don't like the fact that touching you feels wrong. I don't like the fact that loving you feels wrong.

I don't like a lot of things.

I don't like how you know so much about me.

I don't like how can tell something's wrong with me even before I know it.

I don't like how you can tell so many things from my voice. I don't like that you love me so much. I don't like how I think I can never do anything that will make me deserve you. I don't like that you're so amazing. I don't like how you fit into the prince charming perfectly.

You say, it's going to be alright.

I know that's true. But I want to skip to that part. I want alright. Now.

Every day when you're not here, it makes me feel bad.

Every day when I can't hug you, it makes me feel like I missed something.

Like, I missed a daily chore.

I love you. And I hate that I can't show you how much.

I don't like a lot of things.

And out of all the things I don't like, my favorite dislike happens to be you.

Of days..

Of days when things didn't seem to work out,

To the realization that pretence only makes you want to shout.

Of days when pouts are preferred over smiles,

To the realization that there's only one person who will make you want to walk a thousand miles.

Of days when love seems to be as lovely as coffee on a sad winter evening,

To the realization that saying is easier than being.

Of days when you miss the school van,

To the realization that some stories don't end as beautifully as they began.

Of days when you think maybe it's too late to make amends,

To the realization that being stupid is better than pretence.

Of days when things seem to fall apart,

To the realization that life's problems don't come on an a la carte.

Of days when writing poems all day do you no good,

To the realization that not all thieves are robin-hoods.

Of days when looking in the mirror makes you feel as miserable as a cake that wouldn't hold together,

To the realization that nothing in this world or nobody in your life is going to be as beautiful as forever.  <3

Hello thereeeeeee =D

Hello there best friend,
First things first, I hate you more than I hate milk and you're an obnoxious little bitch.
Secondly, you have really big eyes and you're a little fascinating. {People say that.}
It's really easy to love you which explains why I have been doing that for the last 6 years. But important thing is, you're my best friend.
Like, my BEST friend and no you are not going to be there to help me to move the corpse from the living room floor if I ever kill a person.
You are never going to let me reach that point of paranoid. Because that is what you do. Save me from screwing up.
One more thing, everybody say you look beautiful when you smile so you have to keep doing that for the rest of your life.
Warna itni ghatiya shakal ko koi bhaav nahi dega na jaani. :*
You have to be there for me because I have no options in being there for you and you always say, it's a give and take relationship. I miss our walks because the government school road seems to bring out our emotions in a very weird and strange way but that's okay right?
Because we are weird and strange.
Not in the Meredith Grey's dark and twisty way but in  a "We start crying whenever because of no reason at all" way.
It's been a long while since I've been seeing your face almost everyday and I don't know why I feel even the first quarter isn't over.
We have a long way to go.
Opening our library and getting married to buying baby clothes together and I don't know what makes me so sure but you're going to be by my side till the day I am laying in some lousy hospital bed and telling you which white suit to wear for my funeral.
Yeah, I know it's a little too sweet which totally means I have to be a bitch for an entire week to compensate but it's your birthday month so I really do not see that happening.

9 days, favorite bitch :*