Free-doom Jam:
A mega slugfest of Pseudo Musical Souls in blue loose-fit jeans and black t-shirts.
It indeed brings me a PMS-like depression to come to terms with the fact that I went along with the dress code.

I'm also right now crawling through the untold misery of being in bad Maggi-making form.

So if I come across as some kind of a maladjusted, socially isolated, sad jerk atrribute it to male-menopause and slimy Chinese food.

But there's a good chance that all this might be compensated for.
Uh huh, I'm into big-scale socializing of late. Socializing is ofcourse a convenient word for "going to pubs and getting drunk with girls".
No, but seriously, it is a nice feeling to see your pal-list bloating. It really is.

Random PJ:
I have the hots for some girl called Meghna...ridiculously monikered by her pals as Maggi.
So I hope to be in good Maggi-doing form if not in good Maggi-making form!

thoo, go yaa....bad one.