Chip n Dip

I’m working at the printers today the fuckin’ plates takes too long to get done…I feel so lazy and sleepy to do anything so I chomped on all the chips they served for me…I love chips, I thought it could fill up my boredom…I opened one kind, sweet and sour, I got bored, I opened another, salty, I put it down again, another one, cheesy…damn, my tongue doesn’t want any of it…I find it weird…on my sleepless nights I would always open a big bag of chip and dip and would always finish til the last crumb…I’m weirded out on why my palete doesn’t want any this time…

As night falls they asked me what I would like to have for dinner, I requested for fish or seafood and vegetables, any would do…yet I know that when they serve me just one, I will not satiate my appetite, I always want different flavors lingering in mouth…fish with vegetables on the side, if seafood I want with different kinds, if just vegetables I get so frustrated looking for chunks of meat, but not red meat, I dread those…god buffet, that would be helpful, yet when I’m in front of so many different kinds I get so bloated chomping on all the colors that my eyes can reach…varieties…hmmm…

A different thought…I love varieties in my mouth…is it the same with life? With women? Am I intrigued by varieties? Like candy I want to taste different flavors…a designer told me last night she wanted to set me up on a date, I’m like hello, I just had too many this year I need to rid myself of candy…but I feel so thirsty...another message tapped me today telling me what kind of date I would want cuz she’ll give me, umm why are they all setting me up, do I look like I need one right now? I just got out of so many escapes, this isn’t what I need, its so funny but I’m bored so I obliged…I gave her my request…no soup please, I want buffet, someone skinny but with the right curves, someone model type, someone with a pretty face but with a brilliant mind, someone talented who can match up my craziness, someone with patience to endure my zest for life, someone I will dig on and simmer but won’t bore me to bits…a variety in one package, that’s a tall order…a message returned, she said, wow, that’s RARE…I laughed, yes, its hidden somewhere in a gold mine but I refuse to search…why would I, they’re serving it for me…I was laughing inside…then a scary thought…I hear Fiona in my ears…’I’m waiting for the black to replace my blue…I do not struggle in your web, cuz it is my aim to get caught…but I feel I’m going weary, on waiting to be consumed by you… give me the first taste…let it begin, heaven cannot wait forever…’…oh how I love Fiona, she’s my best friend these past days…and she shed light for me again…no more play Tatum, you know you always get stranded…I was smiling again…words, chew on them and spit it out, pweh!

Boredom…I’m fuckin bored as hell, I opened so many magazines and books already yet my thoughts won’t focus on any of them…I listened to music to soothe me, but shit just the same…I popped on a DVD, but it was on the middle already and I found myself lost in it…what the fuck…then thoughts flooded me…my thoughts…its insatiable…it quenches me for now…my words, I keep repeating it in my head and jotting them down…I can’t stop…what do I do with this…it’s so addicting for me…this…typing it…yes, I found my new addiction in me…it’s in me, not others…it’s the varieties in me…this is just one of the servings…I feel like the black letters are winking at me…I smiled and winked back…hahaha, I am going crazy…

A guy entered the door, he’s cute, I looked at him once, then twice, cute and cuddly, he reminded me of someone…he keeps smiling and searching for smiles in my eyes and keeps talking to me, I didn’t give a damn, but he keeps popping in, hmmm, searching my eyes again…I wanted to swim right through him and indulge in Eve’s sinful embrace…the feline in me, hahahaha…is this my new fancy? I looked at my chart, yes, a pattern, women, then men, women, then men…oh my, I have a pattern…god men, they bore me…but I like the attention they give, its pacifying and I know my heart is always safe, because it doesn’t ache for them…

Another knock on the door, wow, platters of food! A big smile dawn on me, yes they gave me buffet…pagkaing pambitay…