One cold and rainy night, Manish and Abhi were going to White Castle when they found me shivering under the hedges that surround the ND HQ. Thinking I’d just lost my way, they offered me a blanket and a Slyder, and decided to let me stick around for a month. But once I tasted the shweet shweet intoxicating nectar that is Admin Privileges, I found myself trying to wrangle a more permanent invite. To that end, dear readers, you won’t believe the things I’ve done. I’m ashamed to say that I:
- Reorganized Anna’s closet (the shoes! the shoes!)
- Agreed earnestly when Vinod discussed Milton Friedman’s theories in a Libertarian context (I lied! I lied!)
- Asked Ennis if he’d like to be Mr. October in my Topless Turbaned Hotties Calender (Fauja Singh is Mr. January, but Ennis doesn’t know that yet)
- Made a collage of MIA, Sania Mirza and Mohini Bhardwaj for Manish to contemplate as he Rocketposts in the darkness of his lair. (No comment! No comment!)
- Bought Abhi a 5-pack of Astronaut underwear (plus an extra one that glows-in-the-dark!)
I gave up on Sajit cuz he never came out of his room. Also, I was too afraid to face him after the Marmite incident. He’s like Bruce Banner – you don’t want to make him angry.
They saw right through me though, cuz I’m being booted outta the bunker. But never fear, SepiaReaders…there is so much lowe, sweet lowe, in the air…I can’t help but paraphrase Ali McGraw’s famous line to the rich dude when I say I’ll still be around.
Consistency, perhaps? Guest bloggers write for a month on SM, which is what Stan and Amardeep did, remember?
Ah man, Trixy, done already? Start your own blog so we can still keep up with all your cicatric ways. Take care chica—good run, good run.
Dear Absolutgcs – ‘Girl power’ has obnoxious connotations. Agreed. I was talkin’ GRRRL power, no vowel and not an acronym. You gotta growl when you say it.
Anyhew…
To the Knights of the Brown Table (and one Ms. Anna) – bring Cicatrix back. PLEEEZE. Bring. Her. Back.
Cicatrix zindabad!
too bad your month is up, i liked the increased SL content
cicatrix – see you around machang
Anney, I’m not going anywhere, men.. 😀
(why do Sri Lankans do that? Stick ‘men’ after everything? It doesn’t even mean anything!)
Y’all are so incredibly nice, it’s a little unnerving 🙂 Mr.cicatrix asked if he should widen the doorways so my swollen head could pass through…that jealous rat barstid 😛
I have such a newfound appreciation for all the hardwork the mutineers put into this site. I wondered how they juggle blogging with full-time work, and now after a month, I STILL don’t know. I was about a week away from being fired and dumped.
btw – while my under-eye circles are now so effn bad I look like a hungover raccoon, Anna’s still as fresh as a gddmn daisy…she was holding out on me!!
enviously shakes dandruff out of hair and skulks away to the discontinued/marked-down bin at the nearest Sephora