A N N A J O H N ' S D I A R Y

you are very annoying to read, with my western eyes

i love being needlessly and incorrectly exoticized,especially by someone clueless who uses that horridly slimy "a/s/l" protocol. blech. any joy i'd feel over the kind compliment is eviscerated by this perception that i'm not who i am.  blue-eyed canadians (via his email addy) don't have a monopoly on "western" anything, except a terrible pronunciation of the word "about".

anyway, do you know that i've never a/s/l 'd anyone?

so why on earth do they a/s/l me?

ick.

:+:

subject: yr fotolog pics .
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you are very beautiful to look at with my western eyes!

jeff 24m toronto canada

so much for giving up cursing for new year's

clueless, inflexible, anonymous comment-leavers who pose as tongue-sticking-out emoticons may all go fuck themselves with medical waste.

it's not good enough when someone's trying to work for justice and do the right thing, is it?  you may be anonymous but the way you hate unnecessarily has brown written all over it. 

contrary to what you might think, anony-pussy, we don't sit, glued to the movable type interface all damned day...we've got lives just like you...don't.

huh?

i just got this in my GMail...i haven't the foggiest what it's about, so i thought i'd annoy all of you with it.

From: Vidyut Katagade
To: suitablegirl@gmail.com

Date: Sat, 23 Oct 2004 22:10:01 +0530

Subject: My Prime Concern precedes my identity. Hence my concerns first: GANGAA the Holy Indian River SHEDS TEARS but we fox ourselves that IT IS HOLY WATER

By proxy for River Ganga that pours her Heart at incessant Insults and Man made Pollution along her 2500km long course from GANGOTRI in Himalayas to GANGA SAGAR in the Bay of Bengal, I am humbly composing and singing 'RAKSHAT GANGAAM' a Sanskrit monologue in POETRY authored by Dr. Kamala Pandeyaa of VARANASI. Holy Ganga and an eternal but ailing Civilization together symbolize the inner contradictions within my soul and me.
Vidya Kalvint Katagade

my laugh for the morning

oh darling deep...i lack the words...seriously. ;)

the rest of you? go here. amuse at will.

am i the only one who puts my money where my convictions are?

ah uncle-ji...you just spent over a quarter-mill to employ someone who is a borderline racist. where was kylie's famed voice when her douchebag sister mindlessly backed up the positions of the BNP? her sister dannii hates indians, thinks that jean-marie le pen "struck a chord" and is the biggest twat ever...and where is such ignorance conceived? at home. which is where kylie was, too. sigh. unless that price tag included putting it in her ass and then shroom-slapping her, t'wasn't worth it, imo.

MINOGUE THE WEDDING SINGER
Pop beauty Kylie Minogue turned wedding singer at a plush Paris wedding last week. The sultry star was paid $356,000 to sing to groom Amit Bhatia and bride Vanisha Mittal -- daughter of Indian billionaire Lakshmi Mittal, who reportedly spent over $100 million on the wedding at Vaux Le Viconte, just outside the French capital.

One wedding guest Amit Rai enthused, "I pinched myself when Kylie, singing at a private function for the first time, sang 'Slow.'

"People didn't have dessert as her performance was more tempting."

what am i supposed to do w/this?

i don't usually get email thanks to the blogs, but...

seems to be on edge? keeps him guessing? wtf? um, okay.

indian women are immoral whores, too! wheee!

were you concerned that our community wasn't mainstream enough? well, worry not, we've arrived, and not just b/c "South Asian Chic" is on the title of the latest Newsweek! nympho brown women are now utilising that hallowed sanctuary of repressed horndogs everywhere: my beloved Craig's List. look!

or, peruse the screen shot below, posted here for your convenience, since i know that most of you lazy bastards won't click the afore-created link:

excuse me if you think i'm being harsh, but i read "Namesake" a few months ago, and i'm still wounded on behalf of Gogol, its haunting protagonist. (Moushumi SUCKS! no...she TEABAGS!!!) so you see, i'm especially sensitive regarding brown vomen cheaters. on a wholly unrelated note: bravo jhumpa, for creating a character so endearing, that i'm inspired to be a rancid bitch to this hapless horny ho in boston. no, i'm not perfect. i know that. but i've got another "H" word for the bostonian: HITACHI. get a wibrator and learn how to use it. the bonds of marriage ought to be respected, or you shouldn't have commenced it in the first place.

...and *i'm* the one who gets bullshit for being single and 29? b/c i know that i'm not ready for marriage? ha. i repeat, HA. it's mighty good to feel right. ;)

{ props to mr. cosby for tossing this my way ;) }