April 1st. The fools story on a fools day.

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hello everyone, or the one person who is going to be reading this book. hi sanki.

No this wasn't a planed launch of the book it just so happened that inspiration struck me today to blabber some words onto the paper or should i say laptop? i dont know anymore. i feel like one of these days metaphors are gonna be so out of date that no one would understand their origin, not that any even know their origins now. coming to the point. so today was a rather interesting day for me in that it was completely and utterly the same as every other day.

i kinda miss April fools day, back when i was a kid everyone back at school used to try so hard to make a fool out of everyone and the teachers never bothered to correct us. little did i know that life makes a fool out of everyone through out the year once you grow up. shocker!!

So today started out as a hot humid day but turned out to be rather windy and chilly by late afternoon, whilst i was sitting in my balcony enjoying the dust and fine sand in the air i spotted two guys infront of my house, none i would bang but they appeared to be in some kind of a band members, how do i know? well one was fat with a pot belly and pulled back ponytail and the other just looked like a low performing lead singer, no not like he was a sexy smoky naughty types but rather like the ones who have been on taking a puff for too long looking for success. Yes! that type. (i don't really know who you really pictured but that's just who. ps i know its not grammatically correct. eat an ice cream.) so i live in a gated community, no not a mental facility but that joke was no funny guyz -_- m gonna die laughin, its filled whit this basic middle aged crowd who are far more interested in others lives than their own and quite frankly annoying. so these chill ponytail guyz who appear to be in a band and possibly smoke weed were spotted in my good old neighborhood,but you see while i was perched in my balcony silently characterizing them they were walking away from our place so my sister and i thought there is only one sensible thing to do now. We followed them! yes thats what we did, we followed them like in the movies and without making it clear that we would, at this point in our lives in our community, do anything to hangout with some one of our age group and be cool.

As we were tailing them those two guyz were joined by a girl who was also hip with her cool slanting haircut( for a gay-bi-deer guy i dont really know all the names of the haircuts, no jokes peeps) and my sister and i were freaking out, internally ofcourse, at this point. as we walked behind them ever so casually they reached out main community gate and walked out of the neighborhood.

so we just hung around near the main entrance waiting for them to get back, and they did come back. and we tailed them again. this time they were done walking and finally went into their house which is rite next to the house on our backside.

For the past six months or so, since the said people moved in, we could hear a Tabla playing for two hours straight twice a DAY. turns out they are in an actual band and they are musicians but sadly they perform in CHURCH!!! like they look so hip and cool they are a Church band?? i mean seriously? Dont get me wrong i have nothing against churches or church bands.

Turns out i am good at profiling people for what its wort then again they did make it easy by playing for the stereotypes.

no sex content today. cant get laid daily. its a task getting laid once in a blue moon.

Alright then, that looks like a good chapter for the opening. i cant really tell you about the updates, anyday i feel like i have something to say i will just pop up and rant to my hearts content. seeya Adios. have fun and always use protection. pregnancy is no fun and for my gay friends you know it already. byeeee

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