Warning, generous profanity ahead

On some afternoons, some gentlemen do not have particularly pressing issues to deal with and decide to tag people. A certain such gentleman is Kishore, and this is in response to his tag.

I am thinking about… the conversation the girl in the next cubicle is having over her cell phone, some Taiwanese people eating aborted foetus, the nice voice that cows have, cross cultural communication, and a late night phone conversation.
I said… watch the drool, moron.
I want to… ask you to finish the rest of this tag.
I wish… I finish the bloody document I am working on and get to move on with life.
I hear… the walrus sing. Why, it is all so clear (Sorry, A. I hope you are not reading this.)
I wonder… about so many things. Sometimes I also wonder if the thoughts in my head will ever shut up.
I regret… tough one. Haahhaa, I wish my mind were this silent more often.
I am… in dire need of a hug. Or a chocolate brownie. Whichever comes first. Heck, one chocolate walnut brownie please.
I dance… clad in Zebra skin on full moon nights. And GROWL. So watchout. Yes, YOU.
I sing… when I think I should mate with the frogs.
I cry… uncontrollably.
I am not always… incoherent.
I make with my hands… perfectly circular mud pies
I write… and sometimes I don’t.
I confuse… anything straight and simple. And spellings.
I need… more books, more time, more brawn, more brains, more money, more education, more deliberation, more vodka, more this, more that. More More More! Bring it on, life. Ye hear me?? {Mumbles profanity.}


To continue the tradition, I tag Squirrel, the girl FKA transience, Gulnaz, Ô¿Ô, Sunny, Inky, Sailaja, Stormy zephyr, evestigo, H, Jessy, Anumita, Shaz, Mahen, Saltwater, Swati, MotoRama. Let me know if I forgot someone lurking around.