How I don't have a life and other stories

This is what my book would be called if I ever get around to writing one.

"Stop searching forever. Happiness is just next to you"

Its what my orkut fortune for the day says. And right next to me currently is a stack of wedding-related expense bills. A bottle of fizzed-out, flat, warm coke. A nail file. Some mints. And a half-emptied pack of ciagrettes.

Its 12:57am. I really should be sleeping. Instead I choose to chat with people who have insomnia issues like me. And write this. And check spam mails promising to give me a bigger, better penis. Or bigger boobs even.

And I'm also considering replying to one of the 'bigger boobs' mails. Just curiosity. And the fact that I could do with them. And since I'm suddenly obsessed with surgery and enhancements, it wouldn't be a bad idea to get botoxed. I have like 2 crows feet around my eyes. And if you know me, you'd know that's bound to panic me out.

And if you must know, I 've managed to guzzle down 3 bottles of wine between two separate house parties starting this afternoon. Only to be frantically called from work and told to write scripts that'll change the way children and their pesky mothers buy shampoo in this country.

And you thought I was just a whiney child who loves to crib.

To make the work situation slightly better (the plan is actually to make it redundant, eventually) I've started on a new project. Not really a project. More like a label of sorts. And I have a "business partner" too. All of which sounds very exciting. Except the fact that when I should really be working and making some designs and sourcing some stuff, here I am, g-talking with this wonderful "business partner" about the lack of life and whining about the same things that I write here. Well, candy boy, if you are reading this, you should really work too. Or at least inspire me to.

I've lost my ipod. And along with it some 12000 songs. And soundtracks like Amelie and The Bicycle Thief. And no. I'm unable to limewire, google or you-tube these.

How do you get around making friends in a new workplace? Do you choose them? Or they choose you? Who makes the first move? Do you walk-in the first day and glance around and in your head make up your mind that 'this person' shall be/has the potential to have a conversation with me that would not bore me death. And 'this other person' seems the kinds who I can gossip with in between work and coffee-breaks. Usually, with me, this is how it happens. I've made two 'potential' friends. And the moment I saw them, each one at a different time and occasion, I just knew this would click. And I also knew that the ones who came up and chatted with me, and pass insipid jokes all day long wouldn't click. Am I being too judgemental about people here? How does it work for you?

And why does the chair always tip over everytime you outstrech your arms backwards and look back?