Rolling over in my own (future) grave
I like fruits.
Correction, I love fruits.
Update, I used to hate them before.
There was a time in the near past (till last week), I would have much rather laid around in a field of brocolli than fork in a slice of honeydew/apple/pears/your nasty non-tropical fruit of choice.
Why is it of such importance to be entitled an entire post?
Well, I'm starting to get at little scare all of this hating something at one stage of your life and loving it later business. Petrified even.
Already I'm favourable to pink attire, eggplants, blond men, getting dressed up, html etc...it got me wondering-
Fruit today, what tomorrow?
Fish curry? (now that I actually hv the option of saying no I dont want to eat fish curry to my mother, I hate fish curry)
Arranged marraiges? (enough said)
Black talking, black writing non-black ppl? (if i see one more 'dat' on public forums I'm going to scream)
Sanjay Dutt? (*shudders*)
Blond highlights in black hair? (its ugly)
Wraps?(its a shape issue)
Ponchos? (uglier than blond highlights in black hair)
Is there any point in voicing your opinion, loudly, against something only to fall into its trap down the road?
Should I, now, start relaxing my facial/vocal muscles and respond with it 'Its okay' to everything?