itchy hands strike again*
Gloomy July sky.
And I miss my baby.
Got three hours to kill.
Scratching head to mastermind murder strategy.
Blank.
Then hands got itchy.
A beat.
And the bulb lits on top of head.
Haa! Give the blog a new facelift.
Hands and head agree, and went to work almost immediately.
Tadaa.
Am proud to present the new face for anjalispeaks.
Gorgeous, eh? Dark and mysterious. Yet feminine.
No Botox. No injection.
Maybe I'm just born with it...
July 03, 2004 // anjali* pranced on tip-toes all over the keyboard at 4:36 pm
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