Today I woke up late, craved for a steaming hot plate of Biryani (Which has like 5 million cals probably), a glass of Sarbat and sex.
Great. As if I am ever going to get those things, in that order.
Who had sex after a heavy meal of Biryani now? The only position I will be doing after that would be the Corpse. The only difference is that you won’t catch me doing the whole keeping my breathing in order thing. I will be breathing alright, but it’s not because I am relaxing. It would most likely be that I am sleeping, dreaming of Denzel Washington, or Taye Diggs… or George Clooney.
Anyway, somebody called me this morning, telling me that he missed my voice and I responded;
Well, I couldn’t be bothered to be all romantic and stuff. We are still on the fling stage.
No commitment whatsoever. I want to live it up babeh! Hasta La Vista coupledom!
Sugar rush! Caffeine rush! MSG rush!
Choc éclairs, coffee and Maggi in cup!