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| For the record my meth TV is wearing a stocking cap, not a hot water bottle thing. I know they're easily confused and I thought I would set your confused little noggin at ease. You're welcome. |
“Coupling” is amazing. Honestly it’s a lot like the British version of "Friends." It’s a group of mildly dysfunctional friends and their dating lives. The thing that makes it so very thrilling for me is, well obviously the sexy accents, but also the fact that British TV is a little less hung up on sex, which honestly shocks me a bit. I figured we chubby porn obsessed Americans had the market cornered on sex on TV, but nope.
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| Does anyone see the evil guy from Silent Hill? |
The character that really has me addicted is Jeffrey. I just can’t help but feel like he’s the male version of me. I have the worst luck with boys. Not like I-end-up-with-the-boys-on-real-meth or like they-all-smell-like-beef-jerky or something. What really happens is I get like three fourths of the way into a conversation with a pretty boy and then my brain short circuits.
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| You may not believe this but I am not stoned in this picture, nor am I being abducted by aliens. |
Sometimes it doesn’t even take that long for the short circuiting. Like Kumquat Guy. Yes, kumquat. See, what happened was my gorgeous roommate and I were all prettied up to buy some fruit for a few delicious fruit smoothies when we stumbled upon kumquats.
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| Aren't we lookin right purdy in our goin' out clothes? Or so my grandma would say. |
These confusing little orange fruit threw us for a loop, but we decided that we were big girls, and that, of course, meant we would try them but we’d have to ask a grown up how first. So we ran down the first older lady we could find and asked.
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| She tired to help help but was so very creepy. She made me think that maybe she was some kinda ax murderer's wife or maybe she was that weird kid in elementary who ate bugs. |
Once located, the old lady was extra helpful. She told us that not only were they safe to eat, but they were also not for dogs or used to clean floors or anything. She explained that you just eat them like grapes, so we then absconded with our fruits. Okay, really we just made a beeline for the 20-items-or-less checkout because there is a very man-pretty checker there whom I’ve had a serious crush on for months
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| So making this picture I found out I cannot draw men. Although he does look a little like Jesus with a bad haircut. Admit it you see it now that I pointed it out huh? |
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So I worked up a little gumption and decided I would actually talk to him for once. And talk I did. Talk all about kumquats. Or what little I knew about them anyway.
Have you ever had a kumquat?
Nope. I don’t even know what they look like really.
Oh, well, you have them in your hand actually.
Oh, wow.
Ya. I’ve never had one before; apparently, you eat them like a grape. Or so says an old lady in the produce section, although she kinda smelled, so I’m not sure if I trust her. (Apparently smell greatly effects validity)
Ya. I’m not sure I’d want to eat them whole. They look like they have a peel.
Ya. Well, I’ll try them and tell you later.
Ya. Sure.
And there you have it. I Jeffrey-ed. Although when he does it it usually involves more reassuring people he doesn’t collect ladies ears…or talk of boobies. I guess I can say I’m not quite that bad, but it’s definitely the reason my mother is getting a bit anxious.
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