I'm losing the will to live and my brain feels like it's going to explode in a most unsightly manner all across the hapless hotdesk.... is zinging melodrama in my blood because I'm Indian, or am I Indian because I'm pre-disposed to it? Either way, the contents of my cranium are going to make a wholly unnecessary appearance thanks to the male of the species. How is it possible to have an entire gender specifically engineered to drive you legally insane? Outwardly, they seem to be draped in a comforting sense of the normal, and then wham! off they go into the realms of 'whatthefuck'.....?!?!?!
I'm surrounded by men who have lost their minds!! Irretrievably lost their friggin' minds. The blasted lawyer with bleached lashes and 84 page contract, the client that cancelled on the stupid Chelsea game (again last minute!!) and then got all sentimental about my not loving him anymore, the idiot friend who's having a jolly good stab at a mid life crisis (and insists I be part of the carnage), the colleague facing occupational issues on a proposal front, the investment banker seeking legal protection from potential progeny, the other raving colleague who insists I check the email he sent to a client who doubly insists its the wrong one, the sodding ex-boyfriend (hers not mine...) who hasn't moved out because he's worried the shock of an absentee TV might make her jump off the balcony (?!), the boss who's accepted the same meeting 8 times!!!! That's it. I'm just going to have to flush the whole ruddy lot down the toilet.
P.S. - Add the crazy Dutchman who just applied as a scriptwriter for Apara: The Movie/London, to the list of men who will soon have an intimate, insiders knowledge of domestic plumbing
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