I completely forgot about this.
I was thinking of books. No shit, right? And I thought of the most loveliest one of them all. Keeping the Moon. If you haven't read it, you are no longer allowed to read my journal, and I'm being serious. I'll know. I remember this one particular passage, where Morgan is talking to Colie in the restaraunt where they work, and Morgan is giving a lesson to Colie on guys. It goes as follows:
"Mayonnaise," Morgan said, "is alot like men."
It was nine-thirty in the morning on my first day of work, but I'd been up since six. I kept thinking Morgan would forget me or change her mind but at nine-fifteen she pulled up in front up Mira's steps and beeped her horn, just as we'd planned.
The restaraunt was empty except for us and the radio, tuned to an oldies station. "Twisting the Night Away" was playing, and we were making salad dressing, both of us up to our elbows in thick, smelly mayonnaise.
"It can," she went on, plopping another scoop into the bowl, "make everything much better, adding flavor and ease to your life. Or it can just be sticky and gross and make you nauseous."
I smiled, stirring my mayonnaise while I considered this. "I hate mayonnaise."
"You'll probably hate men too, from time to time," she said. "Atleast mayonnaise you can avoid."
How true this is. You gotta love it. This is my bible, for those of you who don't know. Now, go out and read it. The world would be a much better place.
"Mayonnaise," Morgan said, "is alot like men."
It was nine-thirty in the morning on my first day of work, but I'd been up since six. I kept thinking Morgan would forget me or change her mind but at nine-fifteen she pulled up in front up Mira's steps and beeped her horn, just as we'd planned.
The restaraunt was empty except for us and the radio, tuned to an oldies station. "Twisting the Night Away" was playing, and we were making salad dressing, both of us up to our elbows in thick, smelly mayonnaise.
"It can," she went on, plopping another scoop into the bowl, "make everything much better, adding flavor and ease to your life. Or it can just be sticky and gross and make you nauseous."
I smiled, stirring my mayonnaise while I considered this. "I hate mayonnaise."
"You'll probably hate men too, from time to time," she said. "Atleast mayonnaise you can avoid."
How true this is. You gotta love it. This is my bible, for those of you who don't know. Now, go out and read it. The world would be a much better place.