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Whine and Dine: DinoCabraZilla
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I'm the creepy girl who stares at your food. View my complete profile. Sunday, 29 July 2012. The Americans have Big Foot, the Irish have the Loch Ness monster, the Japanese have Godzilla. Indians? Was it this book? Where did she get it from? OMG, has she. Will she fail math? So, all these years she was sitting there with her math book, she wasn't actually. What else did she lie about? Here's where I'd like to give them credit. My parents had done an impressive job of sex-proofing my childhood - by th...
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Whine and Dine: Too many people are getting married
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I'm the creepy girl who stares at your food. View my complete profile. Tuesday, 24 July 2012. Too many people are getting married. Too many people have been getting married lately, and back-to-back viewings of The Walking Dead. Along with late-night readings of the World War Z,. Somehow conglomerated the two happenings in my head. The result? I am seeing the sudden wave of marriages as a total full-blown Zombie Apocalypse. I am seeing my engaged friends as. Don't get me wrong! And worse still, Who's next?
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Whine and Dine: Cute
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I'm the creepy girl who stares at your food. View my complete profile. Saturday, 18 August 2012. That's the day I turned from cutesy, plumpy baby to the Omen child. But "cute" never left me - just like my baby fat (and I guess, for that very reason). Instead it acquired new connotations. It followed me around as a 'fat girl' compliment. A rumour went around the pithoo. Fields, that the dictionary meaning of cute was 'ugly, but tolerable' or passable, or something equally as demeaning.
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Whine and Dine: March 2011
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I'm the creepy girl who stares at your food. View my complete profile. Sunday, 13 March 2011. Sometimes I stare at Gwyneth Paltrow's glossy hair or think of as many "That's what she said" jokes as I can. Thursday, 3 March 2011. I shampooed my hair," I tell him in the same seductive tone that one would adopt to describe the colour of their underwear. "No seriously, you don't understant the gravity of this - I washed my hair! He stares at me, wondering whether I am honouring or mocking him.
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Whine and Dine: July 2012
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I'm the creepy girl who stares at your food. View my complete profile. Sunday, 29 July 2012. The Americans have Big Foot, the Irish have the Loch Ness monster, the Japanese have Godzilla. Indians? Was it this book? Where did she get it from? OMG, has she. Will she fail math? So, all these years she was sitting there with her math book, she wasn't actually. What else did she lie about? Here's where I'd like to give them credit. My parents had done an impressive job of sex-proofing my childhood - by th...
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Whine and Dine: You don't get to call me a ho
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I'm the creepy girl who stares at your food. View my complete profile. Wednesday, 25 July 2012. You don't get to call me a ho. Can you like, for one second, stop pretending your life is a TV show? I’m not one of the dudes. I’m a girl. A girl’s girl. A not so much, but totally girly girl. And so when a boy tells me to, “stop pretending my life’s a TV show”, my literal reaction is, “Yo (insert N-word), don’t be suppressing a ho’s dreams! 8221; discussion yet (I am Charlotte, if you really wanted to know).
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Whine and Dine: My Prayer for my daughter
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I'm the creepy girl who stares at your food. View my complete profile. Wednesday, 17 August 2011. My Prayer for my daughter. Unless you want to count the city's raining spree. That has rendered the subway outside my office into a dark soul-less gutter). But I have been praying for my child too. A child that will only come into existence after I am 42. Or maybe I will go to a third world country and adopt one. Just like Angelina Jolie and Madonna have done. So she may go and make her mother proud. But bef...
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Moon Faced Crab: February 2009
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I should have been a pair of ragged claws, Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.". Monday, February 16, 2009. She-All boys want one thing at this age. Me-Oh so you mean they get better once they are older? Do they get wiser and want other things? She-Don't be cheeky, yes THEN they are mature. At this age they are all out to have fun. Me-I don't believe you. She-You think they aren't jerks? Me-Uh not that, I don't believe you when you say they'll get better, wiser, mature-er whatever. You know you c...
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Moon Faced Crab: November 2009
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I should have been a pair of ragged claws, Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.". Sunday, November 22, 2009. I fucking miss bollywood. Friday, November 20, 2009. I starve till I am blue in the face. Every second begins to count, I feel the back of my eyelids turn darker and darker, till they are no longer pink but red-brown. Unhealthy but oh-so-happy I continue living like nothing happened. Nothing matters. Not even the food on the table and in my mind. Monday, November 16, 2009. Silver Rings and ...
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Moon Faced Crab: Too small for my shoes
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I should have been a pair of ragged claws, Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.". Wednesday, March 31, 2010. Too small for my shoes. We are adults now. When did that happen? How do we make it stop? But we are ADULTS now. Does that mean I have to stop being afraid of banks? I think that's the only thing keeping me from plunging into adulthood. A bank to Kritika, is like a potty to a child afraid of potties. It speaks to me in gutteral tones, "2 out of 100 in math. Seriously? Do I have to be neat?