Ideally i'd like to be Mercutio. This Mercutio.

Claire: "If I told you I loved you, would it make any difference?"
Ray:"If you told me or I believed you?"

- Duplicity

Perhaps my favorite phrase of the hindi language:

Jaane do na yaar.

Let it go, dear friend.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I9VXEIvztkc&NR=1&feature=fvwp

Happy Birthday to me!!! Happy Diwali to everyone!!!

New York City, my sweet friends, is like the boy you will never fall out of love with. No matter how much it disappoints you, angers you, forgets you. It's the lover who makes you unpredictably ecstatic one moment and inexplicably angry the next. The relationship that you know will not work, which is the same reason why you want it to work so hard. Why you try so hard. You do everything so any thing can change. You give it stars and space. Kisses and practicality. You forgive it for being so vast; so cold. It, you console yourself, simply has incredibly high expectations and wants you to be your best self. So you try harder. Give it more of yourself. Because you know, no matter what they say, that you are truly in love. Which is why you forgive it its huge flaws; perfection's overrated anyway. Why you laugh when a fight unfolds in the crowded subway. Why you speak to the skyline from inside a cab before the dark adventures of a night out begin: "Hello my City."
Why you wake up each morning and say Tomorrow is a new day.
You say tomorrow. Tomorrow. Tomorrow.

Thank you so much, my dearest readers, for all your kindness and wisdom. i am taking your advice and going with it. And going with this. Here we go. . .

so i'm thinking of shutting this down. there's no specific reason why i should, but there's no specific reason to the contrary. if any of my dear readers think there's any reason at all to keep it, please. enlighten me. thanks.