Incessant Chatterings of Yours Truly

After a satisfying meal of sweet and sour chicken at a local thai place, Toccoto and I were talking about neat cultural traditions and clothing.


Toccoto: my sister is always lamenting how cool saris are and how she can't wear one because she's white.

Abel: Perry's white.

Toccoto: yeah but she married an indian guy.

Abel: reminds me of that episode of scrubs where Elliot says 'gosh! I wish I was ethnic!!'

Toccoto: aw c'mon we have cool ethnic stuff.

Abel: like what?

Toccoto: well, we used to. Like christmas! But then everyone else took it from us and made it theirs too! They can have christmas but I can't have a quincenera because I'm not a 15 year old mexican girl!

Abel blink blink blink.

Toccoto: don't even get me started on barmitzvas...

Abel: my chai is spicy today.
Diem: ...you look happy about it...
Abel: I don't know where people get this idea that I hate spice. No! I hate things that taste like shit.
Diem: see, I think I associate it because most ethnic food has spice in it, but you hate ethnic food, so you must hate spice.
Abel: no! That is erroneous! I like spice, I just hate things that taste like shit, like most ethnic food.
Diem: ...
Abel: in the venn diagram of Spicy and Tastes Like Shit, ethnic food is in the intersect.
Diem: ...
Abel: ... ... I'm talking in the Abel-verse.
Diem: okay. I was going to say...there is good ethnic food.
Abel: yeah. Like Taco Bell!
Diem: ... ... *hangs head*
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