He said I’m more than he bargained for. And since I didn’t mind sleeping on either side of the bed and thus allowing him to sleep on the left and the right side alternately, he calls me a saint.

Now I wonder if he’ll dub me God and kiss the ground I walk on when he spots the white box I stashed in his brief drawers.

What are the odds?

From time to time, do nothing. Guilt free.

A year and a half from now could mean a first proper strike-off from list of things-to-do-before-I-drop-dead-and-die.

Cape-less superhero

After months of sharing a coke and a bed on weekends, the man has decided that he has had enough of late night humpings (as either one of us reach for the coke. Ahem.) So off he packs his bags and joins a bevy of men in target-peeing lessons and late night rituals of crotch grabbing and chest thumping.

Dramas aside. Its just reservist. 18 days. No less. Which is somehow good. Really. Cause of late, hell of an infinite level has broke lose at work and my boss, who’s powers akin superman with the entire kryptonite in his guts, is close to being the first man I literally assassinate. With an eraser.

The reason why I am awake at such an hour when work actually starts much later is beyond me.

Crashed and maimed

I have lost my mind. But like any suicide-summoned public servants would utter; sweet exhaustion will pay. It’d better. Else I’ll turn cannibal for a year.

Or at least until they pay me enough to own Starbucks.