Grapes of Woes
I like grapes. I could even say I love grapes. They are like sweet sweet candy. Grapes, I find, are a fun and care-free, yet also elegant in their design. Grapes, I declare, are awesome. So let me spin you a tale about these noble delicacies and myself.
Me: I'm eating grapes. I had half a mango for lunch
Me : and I had grapes for dinner last night. And the night before
Me : I have a problem.
Thutrang : ...
Me : I just...I listen to the Grateful Dead on repeat
Me : and eat grapes
Thutrang : o_O
Me : It's like being high without being high
Me : It's all just some wacky trip, man.
And oh, it was. For some reason those hours of the Dead and grape eating were some of the best hours I have experienced in a long time. It was calming. It was peaceful. It was a piece of paradise after a shoddy highway of hell.
What a lovely ending that would have been.
Me : .....
Me : son of a bitch
Me : I ran off to put some stuff away downstairs
Me : and when I came up....my grapes were gone.
Me : SON OF A BITCH.
Thutrang : =O
Me : I'm so sad.
So very sad. I think this incident is just one big metaphor for my life. Sometimes you have grapes...and you are happy. And then those grapes are ruthlessly taken from you in a blind instant and you really don't know why. All you're left with is a box of old raisins in the back of your cabinet. And you don't even like raisins. They're just dead grapes. Lifeless and no longer sweet.
But at least I have a dear wonderful friend that understands me.
Me : ...my grapes..... =/
Thutrang : your grapages
Me : !! IT WAS THE GRAPIST!!
Thutrang : !!! IT MUST HAVE BEEN!
Me : ....sonuvabitch.....
Thutrang : he didn't want to grape you. he wanted to grape himself!
Thutrang : selfish bitch
Thutrang : he's probably in his room graping himself
Me : So much grapejuice ;_;
Thutrang : grapestains everywhere!
I still don't have any grapes. But at least now I have something to laugh about, I suppose.
....I would still take the grapes though....
Me: I'm eating grapes. I had half a mango for lunch
Me : and I had grapes for dinner last night. And the night before
Me : I have a problem.
Thutrang : ...
Me : I just...I listen to the Grateful Dead on repeat
Me : and eat grapes
Thutrang : o_O
Me : It's like being high without being high
Me : It's all just some wacky trip, man.
And oh, it was. For some reason those hours of the Dead and grape eating were some of the best hours I have experienced in a long time. It was calming. It was peaceful. It was a piece of paradise after a shoddy highway of hell.
What a lovely ending that would have been.
Me : .....
Me : son of a bitch
Me : I ran off to put some stuff away downstairs
Me : and when I came up....my grapes were gone.
Me : SON OF A BITCH.
Thutrang : =O
Me : I'm so sad.
So very sad. I think this incident is just one big metaphor for my life. Sometimes you have grapes...and you are happy. And then those grapes are ruthlessly taken from you in a blind instant and you really don't know why. All you're left with is a box of old raisins in the back of your cabinet. And you don't even like raisins. They're just dead grapes. Lifeless and no longer sweet.
But at least I have a dear wonderful friend that understands me.
Me : ...my grapes..... =/
Thutrang : your grapages
Me : !! IT WAS THE GRAPIST!!
Thutrang : !!! IT MUST HAVE BEEN!
Me : ....sonuvabitch.....
Thutrang : he didn't want to grape you. he wanted to grape himself!
Thutrang : selfish bitch
Thutrang : he's probably in his room graping himself
Me : So much grapejuice ;_;
Thutrang : grapestains everywhere!
I still don't have any grapes. But at least now I have something to laugh about, I suppose.
....I would still take the grapes though....