Being a F.R.I.E.N.D.S. fan can be troublesome sometimes. Imagine you’re in a grim or formal environment, and you’re supposed to be serious, but suddenly you begin to laugh, because all you can think of is :
– Smelly cat, smelly cat, what are they feeding you?
– Joey doesn’t share food!!
– I’m chandler, could I BE wearing any more clothes?
– oh my eyes! my eyes!
– how you doin?
It’s 6 in the morning and I am not yet able to sleep. All I’m thinking is about food and how to score well in exams without studying. Food reminds me of Joey, and remember, Joey doesn’t share food! Right now, I’m desperately craving for french fries. Wait, why are they called so? I must google it. I have no idea why am I blabbering such ridiculous stuff here, but this feels so right. This is my blog so I can write whatever I want, right?
Well, I think I should do this more often. I always have tons of things to talk about, irrespective of whether people are interested to listen to them or not.
Good night peeps! (Good morning in India).