A Dreary Night In January

*stretches*
Okay I should warn you that I'm stuffed full of food. And when I'm stuffed full of food , I'm cranky as hell, so don't get offended my little lameass readers who never visit >_>

A very long three months these have been. A very hard for me both personally and professionally. My birthday was in December thank you for remembering it >_<

Most of my good friends wished me. ALL of my bestest friends wished me. I got birthday bumped like crazy, courtesy my friend, a murderous almost-Nepali-footballer-with-a-broomstick. Imagine being whacked by a broom on your ass on your friggin birthday =\

But this is how birthdays go in hostels. All fun all fun. My ass was like the head of that guy Nero from Star Trek. Only browner and with red welts. Darn did they hurt.

December is my favorite month. It has my birthday, my favorite holiday in Christmas and my favorite weather. December sucks.

Why? Because I always have fights with my friends in December, I have break ups in December and hey did I mention, I have my end semester exams in December? NO? Well, I have my end semester exams in December. December's been sucking for the last three years since I joined this fucking graduation. *Whine whine...whine...Complain complain..*

So hey, A part of my mind is still whining and complaining and I've left it a line behind. Let me tell you something that happened while coming back home by train.

You know how they give you blankets and sheets when you are in an AC compartment right?
Right?
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Yeah, I didn't get them blankets :|


Actually the whole compartment was devoid of the railway issue blankets. And as I was the only ass to not bring his own on January 20th on a train route from Delhi to Lucknow, I was gonna be in a world of hurt. But then they turned the heat up. Literally.

So I was on the top bunk, and there was this guy in the middle berth.
Well, being tired as hell, I gave in to sleep. But I wake up at like 2 in the morning. And I hear an agonized voice talking on the phone. And this is what I hear.

The guy will be referred to as Very Aroused Guy IN Agony. or V.A.G.I.N.A.

V.A.G.I.N.A.: No, it's hurting a lot.
(Mumble jumble from other end of line)
V.A.G.I.N.A.: Don't know....guess I miss you too. <--- LOL
(more mumbling from phone)
*And now V.A.G.I.N.A.'s voice becomes all husky*: I love you too.
V.A.G.I.N.A.: anyways, what you doin now?
*Oh yeah Sherlock she would be miling about the kitchen at 2.15 in the morning right. MOron.*
(more mublings)
V.A.G.I.N.A.: Well, there's this guy on the berth above me, (now my ears perk up), he's snoring too loudly.
ME:- :| (I don't snore)
V.A.G.I.N.A.: And he couldn't sit idle for one minute, dunno why he would always go to the bathroom.
Me: >:( (*How the fuck else am I supposed to smoke in an AC compartment on a train *)
V.A.G.I.N.A.: Oh and his feet smell bad. *now this did it >:( *
ME: Heyyy, my feet don't smell, here you can sniff.
V.A.G.I.N.A.: Arree arre, pagal ho kya?
Me: yeah then quit making assumptions. And keep the voice down.
V.A.G.I.N.A.: *rolls eyes*
Me: *murderous look*

I was too tired. I went back to sleep.