Thursday, February 02, 2006

Appetite was something that came to you sporadically and violently in all things. So as you dunked your chopsticks into the pork fried rice of life it seemed only appropriate that you should be engaging in one of your rare social appearances.

Your “friends” weren’t exactly friends, as such. More, they were people who periodically inquired as to your status – not your personal well being, just the things that could be ticked on a census form. Your friends were one of the few aspects of your life that you finally had working properly.

Once monthly you broke your late-night research patterns and, instead of eating your dinner leftover and cold, indulged in the rare and fantastic concept of a hot meal. By the time the evening was over, you always regretted it and swore never to partake again. 20 minutes into the plum wine, egg roll and wonton course you were already scheming ways to get out of next month. They were discussing something inane and you couldn’t bring yourself to focus.

“Did you ever notice that the orange bits don’t taste any different from the green bits?"

posted by Kay @ 2:03 PM