Self-obsession of a whole new (no longer cryptic) level; no comments
3.2.10
January 28-31, 2010 (Days 7973/4 - 7976/7)
You feel a bit foolish when four girls eat away all the icing on your cake when you were busy trying to figure out its ingredients. But you find solace in the fact that you still have the cake and someone to share it with.
A physically masculine life-form belonging to supposedly the most sapient of all known species, who has been rudely awoken from a deep hibernation and has found himself on the wrong side of twenty. A silver ray diffracted to the oblivious depths of the crimson ocean. A staunch advocate of Queen's English and hence, cannot bear the sacrilege committed on the language by chatters, messagers and even some bloggers. In the social sense, has been known to fluctuate between two personalities, from morosely saturnine to exuberantly loquacious, from superlatively outstanding to anticlimactically mediocre, from genius to idiotic..... Being a human and hence having self-obsession as a basic emotional need, pleads absolution in case the blog is found to be excessively egocentric, but then again changes his mind thereby eliminating any requirement for forgiveness.
