Nasal Fixation

A gift that is

NOT appreciated

is much better

taken back.

(It's ok, you can keep the wrapper. The gift is most beautiful naked.)

***

Me: Making love with an inhaler. I have a Neo-Freudian concept - nasal fixation.

Him: Oh. What happened to my nasal spray?

Me: I left it in my bed.

*this is the part where I realize the seeming wrongness of what I said.*

Me: No, no, it's NOT what you think!

*this is the part where he ignores me for 7 hours...and counting*


***

We named "it" Kim Chiu, and it doesn't take a lot of imagination to figure out why. Today, "it" will be nourishment to my mom's plants. I was terrorizing my tears to go back to the glands. Launched into a pensive mode. Sulking over losing those that I pour my affections on. And then I remembered that I ate pork today. A piglet, which could've been someone's Marian Rivera, had to be murdered for me to have lunch. I felt better.

***

I wish there was an antidote to growing old that doesn't come in a jar.

I wish.

I wish.

I wish.

(Rub, rub, rub)

Voila! I'm still old.