JULIE IS 5 KMS AWAY AND LOOKING FOR FUN TIME

Let's just imagine that I became famous in the future — maybe tomorrow, maybe in 5 years, or maybe in my 50s — and you are my family member, close friend, or anyone who knows me. Just try your best to stop me from giving any kind of interview. I know it's hard, and I'll do everything in my power to do all the sudden-fame bullshit stuff, but you guys have to stop me. Tie me down somewhere, cut my Wi-Fi, but do not let me talk.

Now you might think WHY — is she on some sort of heavenly grains, or maybe she’s finally out of her mind? No guys, I'm definitely feeling perfect right now. Like, this is the most normal I’ve ever felt in my life. So basically, I had this sudden realization that I talk too much, and I extend everything so much. You ask me one question, and I’ll take eternity to explain it. Maybe it’s just me with my potential undiagnosed ADHD, I don’t know. I have no capital to afford any kind of testing, but I think whenever I open my mouth — especially if the conversation is a little bit serious — I always mess it up.

Sometimes I explain too much that I forget the original question. I’m totally seeing myself in some Alzheimer’s treatment centre in few years, but it is what it is. I can’t help it. I forget things easily. I can’t even lie in peace — I have to keep tabs on my lies — and for someone who lies so much, I shouldn’t be forgetting them.

So yeah, you know what you have to do. I mean, if you are reading all this crap, then I’m guessing that I definitely failed as a parent. But it’s fine, that’s my karma. But guess what — you can be a good family member by helping me out.

For aesthetic and gay relief !

PART 2

So maybe you opened this blog thinking, “Let’s see what she posted after months,” and you got overwhelmed by something extremely random. Yes, that’s how I am when I talk to anyone — even the first time — I dump them with everything that’s in my mind. Most probably, you know me in person, so you might be nodding, and if yes, then I hope you get a leg cramp in the middle of the night for agreeing on something like this. But CONGRATULATIONS — atleast you are absolutely right.

So basically, I became too cool to post on Blogger...

- Okay I admit it. I’m the laziest person alive. There were many ideas in my mind that I did not put on paper, and then I forgot them as usual. And right now, when I’m tired as hell and can sleep even while standing, I’m writing this — because apparently, my brain does not create so-called “WRITING HORMONES” if I’m not sleepy or bawling my eyes out. And yk what I'm going to edit and post it rn cause basically rn I'm high on sleep, and if I will read all this with fresh mood, I'm definitely going to hang myself.

So overall, I really wanted to use virginity once in this blog but wasn’t able to do it — oops, wasn’t able to INCORPORATE IT (😎💅). It was just a cringe urge of mine. Well, now that I’m trying to make my blog a little bit family-friendly, so I don’t want to use it in my context. To be honest, it’s just my random paranoia that what if someone in my future office or maybe my father gets access to this blog, and what if they read all this — that would be my end. I mean, I can handle my father, but imagine getting judged by your workmates — ughhhh. I will definitely give them my business WhatsApp, or maybe only my Gmail.

You know, my plan is to basically have a mysterious personality at my workplace so that no one can mess with me. I’ve basically failed at it till now, but I’ll do my best with those creatures. But for all this, I need a job — that’s the toughest part of my plan. Getting a job in order to be mysterious. But I’ll figure it out. Maybe... probably... I hope.

Now your task is to count how many times I've used basically, randomly, friendly, actually..... This is how I imagine Shashi Tharoor would've spoke English when he was a fetus. 

So overall, I guess I’m done with today’s quota of ME TRYING HARD TO BE COOL, and it’s all because no one ever validated me enough. So yeah, that’s all. Bye-bye for, I guess, the next few months — hopefully. Might write again if I’m not dead because of fatty liver.

(Imagine using SO twice in a row)

Byeeee......!!!

Shikshakshok