Rumble...

I am a creative writer. Thats my job. I get paid for thinking. So do you.But then, I get paid for voicing my thoughts. Do you? I dont think so. Orkut, Facebook ,music, scribbles...I am hungry right now. The house is dirty. The goldfish looked hungry the last time I saw it. Got to clean up the kitchen as well. Freakin' headphones havent been working, got to get it fixed...
I have to write some creative stuff for people who are going to spend lakhs doing commercials on radio. I do this everyday. Its routine. Wish it was a little less hotter. I am still hungry. I could have taken up the job in Kolkata. But then it wasnt worth I guess. Or maybe it was. I really would love to speak a foreign language. Wouldnt be a bad idea visiting the Taj over the weekend. Words on my fingertips, food on my mind....Period.