Hate. Indian. Bum.
October 29, 2009
I need to get rid of my grand Indian butt. Thank you, foremothers. You could’ve given me the grand Indian boobs, the ones like pillows (like how they describe ‘em in The Ramayana), but NO, YOU JUST HAD TO GIVE ME THE BUTT.
Just realized that I gained two kg when I weighed myself today. Noooo WEIGHING SCALE SMASH. Will be lovely when I sit down at Portcullis House one day and hear rip! and have the eyes of a hundred press secretaries, researchers and Members of Parliament turn around, aghast, to see American intern’s pants tear open.
At this rate will not fit into gorgeous skinny silver and black dress-thing that I really really want to wear. Barely managed to squeeze into it in India – now in my present size, will probably destroy it like I Am Become Death Bum, Destroyer of Worlds.
