Friday, September 22, 2006
When disaster strikes
And so the inconceivable happened.
Just when it was least expected.
Three solid blows that rained down in quick succession with no hint of reprieve.
Three red, hot angry pustules which erupted strategically in midline that nothing would conceal.
It is the mark of the undisciplined, solely for the purpose of revealing recent gastronomic indiscretions to the world at large. Nature bent on revenge, to evoke a sense of shame and engender some notion of remorse and contrition in the indiscriminate.
And sad to say, it has worked. My childlike trust in the wonders of Maybelline and Oxy have been shattered; previous resolve to be unbigoted, extending justice to all food alike, irregardless of colour, culture or value completely broken.
In the face of such awful consequences, I am forced to reconsider my all-embracing approach--forced, as much as it pains my tender heart, to discriminate against them-with-no-nutritional-value.
Oh wretched is the life of a man denied the pleasure of food.
Just when it was least expected.
Three solid blows that rained down in quick succession with no hint of reprieve.
Three red, hot angry pustules which erupted strategically in midline that nothing would conceal.
It is the mark of the undisciplined, solely for the purpose of revealing recent gastronomic indiscretions to the world at large. Nature bent on revenge, to evoke a sense of shame and engender some notion of remorse and contrition in the indiscriminate.
And sad to say, it has worked. My childlike trust in the wonders of Maybelline and Oxy have been shattered; previous resolve to be unbigoted, extending justice to all food alike, irregardless of colour, culture or value completely broken.
In the face of such awful consequences, I am forced to reconsider my all-embracing approach--forced, as much as it pains my tender heart, to discriminate against them-with-no-nutritional-value.
Oh wretched is the life of a man denied the pleasure of food.
# posted by H : 11:36 PM
