No I'm ok.. Yeah.. Totally.

Yeah yeah. Shove it in my face. You have a clean life, knives that are not steak, you have a lakeview bedroom, a bathroom with rustic tiles and the best toilet seat on the face of the earth. But do you know how it feels when your Yahoo! mail says "Incorrect Password"? That password which you have been using since 2 years now? You don't know? Then you have no right to despise my life. You haven't despised my life yet? Then why don't you throw in some rope and pull me out of this?

The afteramath, has been terrible. Especially with people asking me, "Why don't you come online these days?" and "Hey, why did you delete the testimonial you wrote for me? I swear I'm straight!". I don't want to go into too many details, but I think its a shit I wish not even for my enemy.

The worst part is you need to add those 350 odd friends on Orkut, 150 odd friends on yahoo! and 60 odd on facebook. But I gave it a skip. This time, I added those only who would accept my friend request(Not that I added everyone myself the last time). Don't want to take anymore risk with my self respect, which got battered badly after some disturbing 'I can't let you see my pics with others' albums, 'looking down upon' privacy settings and non-replying message inundating. Confusing? Save your breath and jump off the building.

If you've come this far then you're either swearing at me or cursing me. Or branding me as an anti-social, cribbing tragic heroic underdogishly sympathy seeking fool. But does that strike a chord? You're still reading it. Love me, hate me, hack my accounts or delete my blog. You still have an affinity towards me. Which is why you are reading all this crap. But I think I should be fair enough to entertain you, since you've come so far.

So folks! Entertainment starts, next post(Not this post because its already too long and the night has fallen upon with a dull, rainy thud). Keep reading terpsikure or shivakarukonda or the likes of it. Keep swearing/cursing/hacking or whatever you're good at with my blog, which managed to piss someone off so badly that he/she/3rdgender deleted my blog. And also, expect to see more forward slash symbols in the posts to come.

Till then, let there be light in public toilets and let yahoo! have enough brains to recruit intelligent people for account security.

Embryono Cheerio.

P.S: Nothing actually. Just that I like adding P.S at the end of every post. Reminds me of letters that Tom and Jerry shows usually have.