Since my earlier frustration of the day has now transmogrified itself into full blown foul temper, I'm now going to have a go at Mim, keeper of my morals, she who can't tell time zone apart and she who STILL hasn't sent me the friggin' photos!!!
After months of 'I'm so glad you're divorcing Aashish', 'Poltu, you're back!', 'I don't like him being mean to you' bullshit, the little git has the GALL to ask, 'Are you sure you don't want to take him back?'......WHAT?!!!! 'No yaaa, he's like he used to be... all chilled..'. This, is why I do not have children. But then again, there is some serious satisfaction to be had in smacking them silly! 'I'll come to St. Petersburg'. Bravo. Mission Moscow 2010. I now have Taks, Aashish, Sarolta and Mim ready for Russia..... 84:3 odds that it'll be Sonia and I who actually see St. Petersburg next summer. Anaheeta & Farsheed have now bailed on Malta but still haven't confirmed the dates for London and as for Priya........ Priya............!!!
I can't take it anymore. What kismat allows me to know so many people who have the unique skill of not being able to organise a simple tourist fucking visa?? Why keep paperwork with you when you can keep it in a remote location - always handy for disaster recovery! An entire (well nearly!) bank holiday weekend sacrificed to the Gods of fucking useless.
The phone rings. 'Are you busy?'. What a coincidence, you just caught me mid-rant! The familiar voice calms me, focuses my myriad, zinging frustrations into a single point. Better. But life gets in the way, and the only thought in my head as I hang up, is that it's nowhere near enough.....but I will save the head ripping off for another day.
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