Meme Na
Sunday, April 22, 2007
It’s my last night of house-sitting. Whammy, Killer Juancho and the Evil Yaya are sound asleep. The only one awake besides me is Thumper, the last surviving cat among Missus Twink’s trio of grey fluff. I’m still not sure how the other two died, although I am glad that Taboo was one of them because that thing used to just sit and stare at me in that classic I know what kind of person you are, so shame on you, shame, shame, you sad, sad little human way common among pure-breeds. Thumper’s much nicer to me. But maybe it’s because his friends have left him for The Great Litter Box Beyond and he doesn’t have much else to do.
Carl came over a little while ago. We went off to Jay-J’s (or J-Jay’s, the spelling’s unnerving either way) for sustenance, and I had this halo-halo that made my tummy very, very wonky afterwards. To recompense Carl for continuing our conversation with a bathroom door between us, I later on showed him a video of myself from a few years back. Back when I was 60 lbs. heavier. I guess “horrified” is the best word to describe Carl’s reaction to the first few seconds of the viddy. “Shocked” or “alarmed” just can’t cover the level of distress and revulsion on his face. It was like he was watching someone being gutted alive. And then he started giggling. And continued giggling. And would not stop giggling. And played the video all over again.
So for those who think I’ve been exaggerating about my weight loss, riding on this decade’s hysteria over calories and carbs, ask Carl about the video. He’ll go into it after his laughter subsides.
There. Bored myself to a sufficient sleepiness. Good night, good night, good night.
posted by marguerite @ 3:41 AM
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