I smell him everywhere :)

My arm smells like Zoey. This is extremely weird because I’ve been at arms length with him all day. Okay well I hugged him in the morning but I wasn’t wearing this t-shirt then. I had on another t-shirt AND a NorthFace.. I took a shower afterwards. When I saw him an hour ago, we didn’t hug or anything. Why do I still smell like him? Not complaining though. He smells yummy. I might want to bite my arm off tonight.. Or maybe I’ll just go see him when he comes back home xD

Sorry I use your ticklish weakness against you.

Alright kids. Here’s what’s going on:

I’ve moved in to my own apartment. It’s an hour away from home, but I still visit at least once in two weeks. My roommate (flatmate?) and I are getting along just fine, minus the whole fact that I don’t get to see my boyfriend alone for too long.

Boyfriend? His name’s Zoey (not really.. It’s just a variation of his middle name). He’s a couple of months older than me. He’s in med school (so a doctor, yup). He’s neither Indian nor Pakistani. He is Muslim though.. We’ve known each other for three months now but we only officially started going out last week (that’s when he asked me out). He was born and raised here, but he has never had a girlfriend before. He is an athlete (mmm!). Girls, he has a six-pack (I promise. I’ll take a picture of him soon)! Because of him, I’ve started to work out regularly too.

He has a foot-fetish. It’s hilarious! He gives a mean back massage. He’s ticklish, but he won’t let me tell anyone because that means showing weakness and that’s for pussies. Oh, and he secretly watches Spongebob. Adorable! Did I mention his killer rock hard abs? Yummyyyyyyyy!

That’s all folks. Girls, I’ll put up pictures of us soon

Question:

How do you know it’s love?

Pool party in La-whore!

Abso-fucking-lutely amazing! I met this guy (in Lahore) who works for UsWeekly! UsWeekly! I read that magazine on a regular basis (at the gym of course!)..

He, dear friends, is McGorgeous.. because seriously, he. is. gorgeous! Think Matthew McConaughey’s torso, Tom Brady’s legs, and Eric Dane’s face. Yummy! Yes girls (and guys) I saw the man shirtless.. and well, pantsless. I guess this is where I tell you that we met at a mutual friend’s pool party.

Pool party in La-whore. Yessiree!

Here’s what happened:

Friend (the host): Kurri, I want you to meet someone. He doesn’t know anyone here, and with you being American and all, I figured you could give him some company.
Me: (expecting some boring nerd): Uh yeah sure..

Five minutes later, this yummy hunk approaches me and asks if I’m Kurri.

McGorgeous: Kurri?
Me: Yeah, and you must be McGorgeous.
McGorgeous: MmHmm..

So after the intros, how-are-yous and we-didn’t-know-Pakistan-had-advanced-to-the-bikini-stage talks, we got into the what-do-you-dos.

Me: Sooooo what do you do?
McGorgeous: Umm I write.
Me: Cool! For?
McGorgeous: Just this magazine..
Me: Okay seriously.. Please?
McGorgeous: Okay, promise you won’t laugh!
Me: You wish! .. but okay, I’ll try.
McGorgeous: Fine, I write for UsWeekly.

He’s sooooooooooo funny! I’m pretty sure I snorted twice. Of course that wasn’t at all ladylike. If mother knew, she would have never let me live it down. God! The bastard has dined with P. Dempsey (or at least that’s what he told me.. BEFORE I told him about my obsession with Grey’s)!

The same girl had a second pool party today with her family and close girlfriends. God how I missed McGorgeous. I wish we had exchanged numbers

Sometimes I’m gonna have to lose.

My ex and my mother went out for dinner last night.

How.. cute? :/

I love this town and these people!

Dear readers, I just drove past a group of brown men sitting infront of a tiny tv watching.. Surprise surprise. White porn! Love ya all!

The prince I kissed turned into a frog.

Ohhhh boy! This is SO going to one of those posts in which I talk about crap and you guys pretend to care. So much has happened ever since my last post and quite frankly, I just couldn’t be bothered to write about it.

I met McHottie again. This time, however, Sars was at the house with me. What were we doing? Packing a couple of my belongings so she could set our place over the summer. What started off as harmless flirting between Sars and McHottie became a full-on affair ending with both of them doing the horizontal salsa in.. surprise surprise.. THE GUEST BEDROOM OF MY PARENTS’ HOUSE! I’m not in G-land these days but from what I’ve heard, they’re both busy.. Very very busy.

While they get to have a fun summer fling, I’m stuck here looking at my Ex’s gorgeous ass every single day. These stupid cricket games are driving me insane because quite frankly, how can anyone expect me to look at some ugly guys scratching their privates when I could be involved in the perfect kissing fest (although that’s just me wishing).

Unless you couldn’t already tell, I’m not too big on cricket. Neither am I too big on ugly guys.. which is why I completely ignored the guy I sat on the plane with for 15 hours. The flight from Dubai to Pakistan was awesome though. I sat next to a white guy (and of course you know how white guys and I get along)..

Since I have absolutely nothing to do here (other than pretending to hate my Ex) you can all expect tons of posts from me (if I manage to pull myself away from the fifteen books I bought yesterday)..

Mwahhh!

There’s always some reason to feel not good enough

Get this guys..

According to my doctor, I’m 83% more likely to get cancer compared to the rest of the population. That sound bad? I’m also 99.9% more likely to get migraines..

Apparently I already suffer from 8 of the 11 most common symptoms of migraines.

He said that if I don’t tell Father about the migraines, he will. Obviously he can’t do that ‘cuz I’m an adult and he has no right to show my medical records to my parents.. But he will do it because daddy was his boss for the longest time.

Sigh.

And I know I don’t act much like a lady but I still need to be somebody’s baby

Alrighty! I guess I’ve been putting this off for too long.. Obviously it SO happens that I feel like blogging every time Mother has a ton of things planned for me to get done.

18 of you want to know about Sexy (and 3 of you don’t). Well, see, here’s the thing. If I were to answer this question, say, two months ago, I’d say that we were just friends. If I were to answer it three weeks ago, I’d say we were really good friends, just like before. Now, well.. Now, we’re nothing. He has met someone (again! remember last time? he almost got engaged to the girl until he realized that she’s not the one) and he thinks that us being friends is a problem.. Not that I care, mind you. I just think about him in the shower and before going to bed.. and when I wake up. But that’s it, of course! I would never let him know that. In his mind, I’m happily dating Y.. who, btw, Sexy calls “[my] geeky boyfriend.”

The fact of the matter is that Y and I are not dating. We (mainly I) took your advice and we’re taking this one day at a time. Of course he has already hinted on the whole my-mother-will-love-you thing but who cares, right? He’s just gonna get his heart broken when he finds out that I have major commitment (and ego) issues. Especially now that I have this stalker..

Sonofabitch. Sonofabitch. Sonofagoddamnbitch!

This post contains abusive language.. Lots and lots of it.

Son of a bitch!

I have a motherfucking stalker! The kind who takes pictures and sends them to the victim’s family/friends. I haven’t seen the pictures yet but I’ve been told that they are just pictures of me doing normal everyday things. My mother, ever the angel, does not want to talk to the authorities about it. Hell she doesn’t even want to take a look at the pictures.

The bastard is obviously desi..

Paranoid? Hell yeah. I’m not stepping outside the damned house alone. I’m going to tell one of my brothers tomorrow. Sorry Ma! We’re gonna have to take this in our own hands..