I still haven't found what I'm looking for...

Um so according to a Huffington Post tweet, Casey Anthony’s life story will be shortly sold to the highest bidder.

EW.

I think I’m going to hurl my midnight Nutella-Doritos binge.

Like I’m really physically sick. I haven’t felt this nauseated since watching CNN’s coverage of the Steubenville rape.

Goddamnit time to stop reading the news.

I’m so tired of people being insensitive and inquisitive about Suppi’s condition.

I mean, okay, it’s a big diagnosis, so you’re allowed to ask me questions. But rude, jerky conversations just to satisfy your curiosity are not okay. Not even a “I’m sorry,” or any other follow up asking how my sister is doing. Just brash questions and nothing more.

To be fair, most of my friends and family are very sensitive, always telling me I don’t need to keep repeating myself if I don’t want to.

Like okay, for these people these are just impersonal questions, especially if you don’t know Suppi. But for me and my family, it’s a heart wrenching, emotionally draining situation that we deal with daily. It’s difficult for me to calmly discuss these things, especially when others don’t meet me halfway. People don’t get to feel entitled to questions if they don’t have basic human concern or courtesy.

Without a doubt, today has been one of the longest, worst days of my entire life.

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Driving in Bangalore traffic makes me want to rip my skin off and set myself on fire.

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Gonna force myself to sleep at 1am because I want to slap this douchebag I’m arguing with on Gchat and trying to distract myself with reading isn’t helping.

Also I’ve been so distracted thanks to being angry and cussing that I burned my current batch of oatmeal raisin cookies. Freezing the rest of the batter and I’ll bake more in the morning.

Why do annoying and blatantly sexist people exist oh my god. 

Also I need a refresher course in Hindi/ Kannada cuss words. Swearing in Indian languages is the BEST. No idea why, but it’s so much more satisfying than swearing in English. 

One of the hardest things about readjusting to life in Bangalore is dealing with the fact that it’s become ONE BIG CHIMNEY.

As a nonsmoker, I have to spend most of my time choking on secondhand smoke in cafes and bars (most of which don’t strictly enforce the “no smoking indoors” rule).

Oh, and it’s also fun when I have to censor all my excited dance moves at concerts and clubs to avoid getting burnt by surrounding cigarettes.

Just fan fuckin’ tastic.

I’m getting real tired of this shit. K. 

Disclaimer: To avoid sounding like a total hypocrite, I will admit I used to smoke. But over the course of college, I’ve quit cigarettes and hookahs completely.

This is not to sound holier than thou, I know a LOT of people use smoking as a crutch, and the culture here is definitely quite accepting of the practice. But I always had the courtesy to not subject people to my secondhand smoke, particularly indoors, and I think it’s something everyone should keep in mind. If you’re old enough to smoke, you’re old enough to employ some common courtesy- and common sense. 

Seriously people, this city is polluted enough without your help. 

Some people with pets should learn to be considerate of others’ needs.

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So tired of Facebook ads urging me to join Bharat Matrimony/ Kannada Matrimony etc so I can stop being single and find “the one.”

Jeez Facebook I know I’m single and my biological clock is ticking alright stop this what are you, my Mom?!

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Can we all take a moment to appreciate what a bad idea it is to Facebook stalk your ex(es) when you’re depressed at 2am?

Okay that’s all please carry on with your regularly scheduled day.