Take a Chill Pill
It’s amazing how some people can embellish and exaggerate the truth just to get people over the other side for the own gratification.
Feeling all disillusioned with people and volunteer work, I decided to meet up with some of my favourite people this evening for dinner and drinks (you guys are alcoholics! I’ve enough of alcohol).
The two silly fruits acting up when all I want to do is to take a good picture with them. I know, I know, I know I look horrible and fat.
A much better picture (though I still look fat).
A typical conversation with them goes something like this.
Attempting to traumatise Dom
Beebs: and my boyfriend…
Dom [interrupting]: You have a boyfriend??
Beebs: Yes, why?
Dom [confounded]: You have a boyfriend??? Since when?!!
Me: Let me tell you about him. He has red, disgusting curly hair..
Dom [giving the what-the-hell-is-going-on look]: What? Where did this guy pop [mimed comical popping action] up from???
Beebs: He likes to put on really whitish make up too.
Dom: What!!
Me: And he always dresses in bright yellow overalls…
Rei [turning to me]: Hey, don’t be jealous just because her boyfriend has red hair and yours has white hair.
Me [bewildered]: Eh?
Beebs: Ahh, yes! Your smiley guy with his big big specs who likes to fry chicken.
Me: Oh! Actually that’s not my boyfriend, he’s my sugar daddy. He’s quite old, you know.
Dom [finally traumatised]: You guys are all so wrong, you know, you guys are all so wrong.
Thanks, Dom, for the butterscotch schnapps!
- soundbites , the college girl
s t a r m | s t June 30th, 2005
