Paul : Update the blog dammit.
Calvin : With what? I can't find anything to write about!
Paul : OMG. You serious?!
The man just isn't the type to kid around about such things. Find it quite amazing that he finds himself at a loss actually since on any given day, I find dozens of things to write about from the mundane minutiae of my so-called life. Perhaps I really am a Chatty Cathy since sometimes I find so many small hilarious incidences during my workday ( I swear the oddest things happen in the hospital! ) that I have to prioritize and pick out only the most appealing. And sometimes the most palatable since I doubt talk of regurgitated stomach contents and flying placental bits is suitable for public consumption.
Hell, what should I write about...
And the things I see on my regular trips to the mall - waiting for Calvin - can be quite amusing too. Such as the giggling gaggle of Iranians huddling around the weighing machine waiting for their turn. The amazing thing was they were all husky, hairy and - male. Perhaps the heaviest would be excluded from paying for dinner. Or the fact that I bumped into a sexy male model in a bookstore the other day and could barely keep from falling over to bite his ass.
Yet there are things that I miss out during the week and fail to note in this online journal. Such as Big Bicep Barry's Bowwow Banquet. An advocate of proper meals consisting of cucumber, tofu and alfalfa, the man was suitably horrified to find that his intrepid foreign workers have been adding some unusual forms of protein into their diet. And though I was distinctly hopeful, it wasn't the liquid protein sort advocated by Bel Ami. Seriously. Little puppies and poodles, please beware. Really. No wonder you probably won't find stray dogs around that particular industrial area.
Or the day I met the Christian Charismatic who wishes to salvage my wicked soul and whose burning ambition it is to lead me back into the flock. Sorry. Unless you're hot, hung and armed with big guns like the guy in the pic above, it's gonna be difficult persuading me :P
Or even Handsome Hui's latest inamorata who insists on being an unsolved mystery - that I half suspect he's a runaway South American Drug Lord. Hell, if beauteous Gong Li can be a believable Cuban in Miami, Scruffy Saul can certainly be Colombian.
So. Nothing to say, Cal?