A love triangle meets several times a week on the left fence of our backyard. Two of the squirrels clearly form a couple, but the third invariably attends their dates.
These squirrels, now that I think about it, are an almost exact replica of my life at college with Chun and Mario:
One lies draped over a fence bulb as relaxed as a loogie - he's usually off to himself, sleeping, or observing the other two. He turns away when the cuteness of the couple approaches disgusting. This is Mario across the board, though not nearly as lazy as the real one.
The second lies in often awkward-looking positions, with arms and legs branching at impossible angles, and head sometimes stuck in between the posts, like an ostrich in the sand. Nevertheless, he manages to look eternally relaxed; his eyelids teeter up and down. This is me.
The third runs circles around me, and climbs on and off in frenzied attempts to weed out something that's apparently permeated my entire hide. Though the squirrel version uses her face and not her hands to administer the cleansing, this creature is clearly Chun, who loves picking things out of other things, the first usually being dandruff, and the second - my hair.
The other, more obvious details of the love triangle's existence are not appropriate for the multitudes of 5-year-olds who peruse this blog daily, and I wouldn't want to be in breach of blog-writer-blog-reader ethics. Use your imagination.
NY/NJ forecast for tomorrow: pain, anaesthesia, death. Chances of root canal - 99%. Chances of overpaying for parking - 100%. Chances of watching a movie before going to bed - an ever unflagging 100% - that's destiny. Big day tomorrow NY/NJ, 299% worth of various crap.
Georgia forecast: light breakfast followed by 5 delicious hours of MCATs. Everyone wish Chun good luck, though this time the test is the underdog. Good luck Chun!
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