To illustrate a little about the fatass episode I mentioned in the previous entry, here’s some snapshots of Santa Cruz, April 2009.
First helping of the Indian buffet that we ate and were bloated ttm after.
Conversation about 30 seconds before we entered Cold Stone:
Me: ZOMG I’M SO FULL I’M GOING TO DIE.
YJ: YA ME TOO. Let’s walk it off..
Me: *POINTS* EH!! COLD STONE!! WE HAVE TO EAT COLD STONE!!
YJ: (with a disgusted face) You’re such a fatass.
Definitely one our best conversations.
Ah, what I’d exchange for the once upon a time days of no papers and deadlines.