vodka shot glasses for pomegranate green tea and other such discoveries..

Yes, they can be used. Vodka shot glasses. Green tea. they go together. My mind is fragmented. My brain is shot. And while I occasionally scream to others who ask for advice -- deal with it, I’m struck by the notion, that there is nothing I want more than to not deal with my life.

I’ve been on holiday, lets admit it. Anybody out there (though there aren't that many) who have thought that some deep insight has occurred on these pages, or that I’m surviving, doing better. Here's a news flash. That was a holiday. Life is going to return to normal. Ergo .. panic button hit. Yoda talk. And only coherent thought being that in the chill rainy weather of Bangalore that eerily is like London a few months ago, I find myself wanting to take a bottle of Baileys, retire in a corner and drink it all up.

And if anything of cataclysmic proportions does happen with direct impact on my life (anything..earthquake destroying my beautiful new home for instance) I want to stick a flag out of my wabbit hole and say .. yeah, that's okay with me, whatever. and go back there.

The wabbit hole has L word, amy winehouse, random dates with restaurant reviews, men who lean over to open car doors and brush your bra-less boobs by accident (riiiiiiiiiight!!!), men who seriously by looking at you exchange the placement of your internal organs so there are pipes inside your body going -- where, where, where is that heart valve that I’m supposed to connect and transmit red blood and white blood cells to.

Someone staying in my house these days (the most gorgeous, beautiful, tall slinky woman) has a voice deeper than Marlon Brando when she tells me how plants should be taken care of, and squeals and hugs in the morning. she slides next to me, our bodies would make the best lesbian porn ever. And see... now that’s what I call a distracting train of thought that just absolutely makes up my wabbit hole.

There are no wormies in my wabbit hole. Am I an escapist right now? you betcha.. Do I not want to think of the consequences of my actions these days .. nope, honey. Do I want others to, while I flip out and make merry?

You betcha...
Welcome to my wabbit hole .. follow the fucked up wabbit.