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SAD

Learned a new acronym, SAD – single and desperate. Hey, stop sniggering I am not SAD. I am glad not Gladwell of the Malcolm tribe. This week, if the head hunter is right, I will be going in for a job interview. It’s been exactly four years since I had a job interview. It’s always fun. There was a stage when I used to shit in my pants and sweat like no ones business. Hope this one will be different. I saw some kickass creative from India today. Awesome stuff guys, when and where do you creative brains think? Wherever it is, hope that it doesn’t end up like the g-spot injection. “Hey do you want to get ideas in the loo? Shove some botox up!” What’s this world coming to dude? Is there any injection to cure the world we live in? No, weed is definitely not the answer. Pass me that joint will you, while I deliberate on this. Cheers.

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