Oh so while talking to a friend today about getting filthy rich and all that, I randomly made some mental notes to myself which I wish to share because I’m not able to sleep and it’s my blog which allows me to jot down any irrelevant *shit* here.
Okay, so I’m going to marry a struggling actor whose struggling days will end some years after we get married. You’ll say what if he remains a struggling actor all his life and I’ll say he won’t because I’ll inspire him to just get better!
And then after that we’ll have our own Mannat in some sexy beach.
Voila! I’m so settled!
And why a struggling actor? I don’t know. Just struggling okay, so that he can’t look beyond me because he’ll be so struggling-struggling at that time. Get it?
And yes, we’ll have a pet so that my kids would treat the pet like their child which would improve their motherly/fatherly skills so that they turn out to be good parents later in life.
That was my life full of rainbows and butterflies. I know.
And who says I don’t plan ha! :P
British guys are H.A.W.T
Omg! I just love their ‘mow-biles’ and ‘faawthuh’ and ‘styoupid’ and what not! So Hugh Grant-isshh :)
Me: Papa, I blog.
Papa: Oh, what do you blog about?
Me: Like general stuff you know ..
..and thank god he was too busy to ask me WHAT I actually blog about because he seriously would not want to know :|
Even I don't know what I blog about.
What do I blog about? Hmm.
(It’s just a rhetorical question. Do not come up with vague, embarrassing answers. Thank you)
I read what I just wrote and yes, my dad should never reach my blog!