Happy Vday, Ash. The most dreaded holiday of the year which I tend to wish just never happens.
So, instead, I get some friend asking me for advice on what he should do to woo another friend. Well. I couldn’t resist.
So I help him with his task and send the other friend furious messages to say ‘don’t slit your wrists this Valentines, there is still hope for you!’
I know circumstances are such but I really do dread this holiday. Because I never am the girl who gets flowers on her door (unless it’s from her uncle) nor am I the girl that everyone hits on. I am the plain fat friend whom the guys approach for advice to hit on the really pretty friends.
What can I say, such is life.
However this year, things are a bit different. I have an amazing other half. Granted, he’s far away from me but we’ll see each other in 2 months. Still don’t get flowers but hey, I got a red silk sari instead. And things were definitely better from last Valentines.
Still quite plain and fat though. I’m going on a major fast for the rest of the week so this makes some sort of a difference. It’s time I got serious with this weight loss and take some drastic steps. It’s about time some massive changes were seen. And it basically all starts with not stuffing your face. Food is the enemy, food will no longer have an effect on me this way.
Right. And now I go off to bed to dream about nice Vday things to do. Not like I’m gonna get to do them.
Man, I fucking hate this holiday.
