(no subject)
anything that may desert you,
so cannot hurt you.
rifling through the unmarked plastic bag i pull out; a single plastic fork, a single paper napkin, a single box.
that can't be right.
i stick my hand back into the bag.
nothing.
really?
i open the bag wider and peek in.
damn it. no fortune.
so this is me. slouched over a styrofoam container of noodles and pork. pork that i take a bite out of thinking that it isn't it's usual brown colour. pork that i specifically asked not contain red sauce. pork that is now too sweet and not at all sour, and which is contaminating my noodles with it's tangy red devil-juices.
but i'm too hungry. so i dig in.
it's an assault on the cuts on my inner-cheeks and my eyes start to water.
this is what i deserve for eating a box of Nerds and a bottle of Sprite for lunch.
some karmic force has decided that my punishement for straying back to my old habits is to suffer the unlikelihood of a bad asian meal.
(yes, my inner monologue is turning into a Chuck Palahniuk novel. DAMN)