I was reading an article written by Bugs Bunny (yes, ze wabbit) last night and I came across this quote from Pepe le Pew, the ultimate malodorous Casanova, delivered to one of his demi-mondes:
You are ze corned beef to me, I am ze cabbage. Ze cabbage does not run away from ze corned beef.
No one else could come up with a better romantic line.
I was sick since Wednesday because of my stubborn insistence to go jogging in the midst of a sandstorm. Now I’m coughing up phlegm that has the viscosity of mashed potatoes. The sacrifices we have to endure for an anorexic body.
But I didn’t let my budding flu symptoms get in the way of my social life. I popped pseudoephedrines last Thursday night and attended two parties: one was Wena’s baby’s birthday event, and the other was Joie’s party in the Ambassador’s residence. Jovett, Elaine, Tin and I had to do a fast outfit-change in between.
I managed not to sneeze at anyone even while I was painting their faces during the kid’s party. Yay for modern drugs!