Sunday, February 25, 2024

0 comments Posted by Io at 10:28 AM

20240225 Cookie and I were in a different country, in a rural area. We were staying in a small cabin comunity, with wooden picnic tables set just outside the front doors.


Our Pho delivery arrived. Cookie ordered beef pho and I ordered grilled pork, spring roll, and vermicelli. Cookie finished eating before I could start, so he was getting ready to drop something off at a a friend's house. I couldn't wait to eat. My vermicelli and grilled pork smelled amazing. I took a handful of noodles and hungrily ate it, savouring the mild flavours. As I was ready to pour the fish sauce over my vegetables and noodles, I woke up.

[I am frustrated.]

 

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Friday, February 16, 2024

0 comments Posted by Io at 10:31 AM

20240216 After years without contact, Wafer invited me to her new apartment's party room where she was entertaining new friends. I haven't seen or spoken to her in years, purely because I didn't think she was contributing anything positive in my life. Since I've had time to cool my head, I decided to give her another chance. i atrived to a sleek, white party room, where I decided to spend most of my time behind the bar and kitchenette. When Shortbread arrived, she'd stay there with me, each of us holding a red Solo cup as a crutch or our awkardness. Every now and then, the social butterfly, Wafer would come there to get something. She was surrounded by her friends. Barely any time was spent with us.


Something horrendous happened, I can't remember what, sending us all to hide under sturdy furniture. Wafer crouched with us under the bar as we waited for the trouble to end. She mumbled something spiteful and with snark, that the reason why bad things were happening was all the fault of the friend who left her for years. I knew she meant me. I knew she hadn't changed. I got up and rushed to the door with disregard for my safety. I was upset, angry. Why would she invite me if she still held resentment. I was ready to start freshm but she was not.

 

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Wednesday, February 7, 2024

0 comments Posted by Io at 1:38 PM

20240207 I called up Shortbread and we met at a new cake cafe around Yorkdale Mall. Lining the walls and floor-to-ceiling windows were woven baskets filled with golden and chocolate-brown cakes and cupcakes. Scattered around the room, in multiple small groups, were sofas, armchairs, and compact cafe sets of tables and chairs. I stopped at the cashier, ordering a cupcake, without icing. Paying for it, and after I was given it on a plate, I sat down at an armchair arrangement. Shortbread ordered a latte and sat across from me.


As we talked, I finished my cupcake and wanted another. There were several in a clear display case on the wall, so I took one back to my seat. After I'd finished it, I wanted something more. Near the entrance was a basket of un-iced cakes. I took one back, and when I finished that one, I took another.

Sooner than I noticed, the sky outside was navy, and Cookie arrived to pick us up. The cafe was also closing. People lined up at the cashier to pay for their consumptions. When it was my turn, I told the cashier I'd eated a cupcake and two cakes. She was confused, so I said, “the big ones.”

Her face was shocked, as she asked me where did I get them. I repeated, “the big ones.” She excused herself and talked to her manager. I felt I messed up.

 On my phone, I navigated to the cafe's website, looking for the cakes I'd eated. They were small cakes, each $24.00 CAD. The big cakes were $63.00. I looked at Cookie and told him that I hope they charge me for the small cakes, not $63 each.

 

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