a date with destiny
R. is no longer idle at 12:05:11 AM.
R.: well I’m just back from IHOP. Carmine was hungry.
-b: that does sound rather good. two eggs over hard
R.: oh I like my eggs the same way. I had apple pie though. so now I’m going to die.
-b: lololol
-b: i think i’ve mentioned my boss is diabetic. hers is much worse than yours though as she’s juvenile diabetic
R.: yes, insulin dependant
-b: but she will eat her some sweets like a mutherfucker. and she frequently says “don’t mind me” as she gorges herself on everything in sight. oh, and she’s 5’2 and all of 110 lbs
R.: well as long as she gets the right amount of insulin she can eat whatever she likes
R.: no people that know me like to eat sweets in front of me
-b: oh hell, i’d eat my ass off in front of you. “R. i really wish you could taste how delicious this deep dish apple pie is. really. you’d die. OH AND YOU WOULD. MY BAD. here, let me have another slice for you.”
-b: and you know, when we were at chili’s yesterday after work and she’s gorging herself on the queso, i protectively wrap my arm around the queso and tell her i’m saving her ass from a diabetic coma
R.: I see. well at least you got to have your arms around a woman. and your date is coming up? right? it is May
-b: R., shut the fuck up. why do i talk to you?
R.: well, probably because I’m the only peron you know near your age