I am looking for a plastic bag.
Thankful that the rains have ceased. Track jacket is dry. It won't smell like earth and fungi even if I put it in a plastic bag and take it from Alabang to Makati. I forgot to get Downy for it. Nah. Another reason to put it off. I vowed to clean out my closet. If I don't do it tonight, I never will be able to.
Closure.
Where the hell are our plastic bags?!
***
Those affairs, they start out with exchanges of witticisms.
No different
from
this:
"An Unfortunate Vegetable" - Scene 1.41, Take 15
"What will make you happy?"
"Three things - love, sex and death to Jobert Sucaldito."
"Yes. You and the cucumber lovers of the world."
"He sat on it accidentally, you know."
"Amazing how you can intertwine your woes with that of an unfortunate vegetable. You deserve better, Joie, and so does the cucumber."
***
He... is totally wrong. The cucumber, it's not a vegetable. It's a fruit.


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