Oh how the mighty fall.

If you think the title of this post has something to do with an actual falling occurence, then you would be quite right.
The 'Mighty' being - Me.
The falling bit being accomplished by me too.

Once again...I blame karma (and the wet floor...and *cough* my shoes)
So the lift (okay, fine, 'elevator' pfft. ) stopped at my floor and 4 indian guys got out, absentmindedly thinking it was the first floor.
And since cheap thrills are what I live for, I smirked, thinking 'Idiots.'
(See how I like tempting Karma so much?)

We got off at the first floor..I walked ahead.

Now let's do some math:
I walk fast+ wet floor+ heels = a sure-fire recipe which results in me falling.

So yeah...to cut a long, embarassing story short- I slipped..like how people slip on banana peels? Yep. Like that.

I didn't even want to turn back to see their expressions, I just got back up, readjusted my earphones, dusted myself off and walked on.
And no, I wasn't wearing a skirt. I had jeans on.
Pervs.

*Sniff* We majestic, mighty types don't do that whole 'having-people-laugh-at-us' thing very well.
So anyway..now my lovely right leg is scarred by cuts on the ankle and knee.
But I shall wear my injuries proudly, like the fighter that I am.
(Plus I can't have jeans chafing against my knee COZ IT HURTS!!*watery sniff*)

Damn you, Karma.
DAMN YOU!

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In other news my family and I went to watch a movie a while back and you know how I ALWAYS end up with stinky people near me??
Well this time the dude in front of my mom and I stank sky high. It was quite terrible and my Mom, being the wonderfully subtle woman that she is, went "Oh my Goddddd, Mahi, he STINKS"
I felt pretty bad for the poor guy, so the first few times she helpfully pointed the fact out, I would say "Mom. Please. Not so loud!"

And then I started getting pissed off.
I found myself wishing that this movie-watching experience would hurry up and end just so I wasn't this close to being choked with the horrid stench. There's only so long I can keep sniffing my perfumed wrist, you know.
So yes, I stopped correcting/shushing my Mom.

There HAS to be some law against body odour. There HAS TO BE!

Come ON, people.
If lazy bums like me can make the effort to shower, deoderize and perfume-ate, then why the hell can't you!?!


So..how was your weekend?