seriously, i was pretty amusing for a while, like pretty much up until the car accident, and then intermittently afterwards up until about two months ago. but why???
after extensive research (google's "i feel lucky"), i believe i am moving very slowly through the stages of grief following the untimely death of naushad ali. which is totally understandable, right? i mean, he was only 86 and a half. we barely had any time together before it was too late.
so, in the light of knowledge, i think it is safe to say that i am resolving to expedite the grieving process in the interest of retaining my friends and the attention of my lovely internet stalkers. either that or i'll kill myself*, and live for eternity in a really comfortable sari that not only doesn't bind at the waist but also allows me to dance forever as the bright and shining star of my very own highly ornate bollywood musical.
*joke. please do not email me me in a tizzy.