vegetable curry and quinoa salad
Reading that last post reminds why I initially vowed to never write on personal matters because a) it's embarassing, b) it's never any good for the reader, and c) who cares?
Sometimes my female tendancies shine bright and show the world that I am indeed a member of the breasted gender. What makes us so intense and what the hell makes us take part in irrational behaviour that we'll only regret later? Tonight I witnessed a fellow breasted friend hunt her prey while keeping an eye on surrounding competition. I may as well have been watching an episode on the nature channel. I couldn't keep myself from watching the entire scene take place. I felt like telling her at one point that 'this is the part where you can retreat, he'll be sure to follow... if you stay, there will only be a brutal battle to the death'. But like the silent viewer, I watched quietly until my stomach growled. With it needing to be fed, I returned home for some vegetable curry and quinoa salad.
Sometimes my female tendancies shine bright and show the world that I am indeed a member of the breasted gender. What makes us so intense and what the hell makes us take part in irrational behaviour that we'll only regret later? Tonight I witnessed a fellow breasted friend hunt her prey while keeping an eye on surrounding competition. I may as well have been watching an episode on the nature channel. I couldn't keep myself from watching the entire scene take place. I felt like telling her at one point that 'this is the part where you can retreat, he'll be sure to follow... if you stay, there will only be a brutal battle to the death'. But like the silent viewer, I watched quietly until my stomach growled. With it needing to be fed, I returned home for some vegetable curry and quinoa salad.
2 Comments:
I am wondering how the object of all the attention was feeling. Do you think he was imagining the sexual rituals of preying mantids?
t-belly,
regarding your request for a release of names, use your imagination. lets just say they are breasted and presently single. i don't have many breasted friends so this should be easy.
and c...,
i think he felt more like a caveman. as i've said, one of the females opened her jacket and stuck his head inside. she wrapped him up in her jacket by her breasts so he could smell her odour. we really are rabid beasts i guess?
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