Venial Sin

Leaving aside the whole job thing, not out of fear or prudence (deities forfend!) but rather because I've had a 15-hour day and am about to pass out, my life sucks.  Work is whatever.  I'm lost, confused, being thrown random shit…it implies by its very existence, every single fucking thing that is wrong with the capitalist work ethic, or at least the attitude engendered by capitalism.  Communism kind of sucks as a viable survival strategy too though, so don't get [...]

It’s 10:40 p.m., I’ve just got home from my first day of work, after being in at 7:00 a.m. this morning, and I’m heating up my first meal of the day.  And I love Ryan, but a 3:00 a.m. phone call was not a good way to get in the way of my sleep, since I'm to be at work tomorrow morning at 5:30 a.m. and my sleep's already scarily deprived. So here’s the quick version, most of which Matt [...]

I'm over this shit.  I'm tired of being somewhat fetishised. I'm tired of people only being interested in me because of what I can do for them. I'm sick of this bullshit. If you like me, like me.  Period.  Don't spend all night dancing with me and kissing me just so you can walk away. Fuck you.  I'm not a random whore.  I don't like being lied to.  Don't fuck with me. Additional Notes: When I said I'm not a [...]

Eight of us. Left to right: awkwardly curled mouth; twist of the lips; an attempt to be seen behind my head which is thrown back in a huge guffaw; in front a bizarre face with tongue sticking out and mock-ferocity engraved all over it; a slightly dazed smile; an expression of good-natured confusion underscored with a beaming laugh; in the back and almost out of the frame, an amused onlooker. It’s Sports Day at school, in Karachi; a group of [...]

Whoever came up with the idea for Dyansty Reunion: Catfights & Caviar is a GOD amongst human beings.    Alexis, Krystle (sp?), Steven, Blake, Fallon, and Adam Carrington (who, back in the show was SO FUCKING HOT) sitting around in formalwear and sipping champagne?  Televisual bliss.

I'm just tired. I want to walk into Hyde Park with someone I like, who likes me, and just lie in the grass, basking in sunlight, enjoying a comfortable silence.  Watching the sun rise into the sky does that to me.  It's all the hues of gold that wrap themselves around the world.  They're beautiful.

My last exam is in nine hours. And I.  Am.  Spent. European Community Law:  Probably the best paper I've done so far.  Pretty certain that it's a pass. Criminal Law:  Fucking nightmare on wheels.  But I may have gotten by, even though it was nothing like the PAST THREE YEARS' WORTH OF PAPERS I PRACTICED.  The only exam that I didn't complete (I did the required four questions, but couldn't finish my answer to the essay, which I saved for [...]

Episode 2: The Ghauri FamilyParis and Nicole trade in their designer dresses for traditional saris when they take over the responsibilities of a traditional Pakistani mom. With the patient help of their "husband" and Americanized fifteen-year-old "son," the girls manage to dress, speak and dance like conservative Pakistani housewives…or at least their version of it. I got this off Sepoy's blog, but I think my head just imploded.   My mother NEEDS to see this. 

Does anyone know where in London I could go to find a decently priced sarong/man-skirt/skirt-pants?  They're perfect summertime clothing, but I left all of mine in Karachi and can't seem to figure out where I could buy new ones around here, at least not for less than a few hundred pounds each.  

Not that I could ever really bring myself to say that Madonna is "wrong" per se, but time doesn't go by slowly at all.  On the other hand, I definitely don't know what to do, so maybe I should just back down in the face of the ultimate righteousness that is Ms. Ciccone. I'm too old for this shit.  I mean, I know I'm not actually old, but I definitely don't have the same levels of energy or drive that [...]