Of Passing Fauxes

So Sarika, my dear dear friend who suffers from OCD, which forces her to make around 45362 posts in a single day on her blog finally did mention me on post number 'Blurty can't count beyond a trillion' which obviously precedes post number 'Blurty is still not equipped to count that many posts'.

And what love she bestows upon me in real life too. We are walking back from a long tiring class to our hostels where we start to discuss Southpark and the characters we resemble most, and without a blink this true friend says "Sana is Butters". And the story doesn't finish here. I am Butters. And this statement doesn't change even after what seems to be a 'I need to go to the loo just when person A has gone in to the same loo to take a dump' minute long silence.

Obviously I feel very nice.

I also have a friend who 'forgets' to call me for dinner when she goes to the mess, and another who chops my feet right off with her razor sharp looks dare I step on her carpet with my shoes on!

But seriously, isn't this life worth living for!

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