The Monkey Says: I Miss My JieJie

Topics I can't seem to understand remain like so. Late night talks have taken a complete turn to transform into daily monologues. The weight obsession has been passed on, and there are none which, literally, experience my happy days and not-so-happy days with me. Amazing what numbers can do. Perpetual cries on that extra one kilo is now done solo, which probably is how that one kilo is gained in the first place; no one to binge with me. Aha! For once, the lazy sister got it right. The same lazy sister who hadn't tried roasting chicken despite having desperately texted for the recipe once. No prize for guessing why sigh. There should be a way to transfer those smart genes you greedily took all of, to your sad sad sister who is really bad at stoichiometry. Mohinder Suresh should channel all his research along this path, rather than examine mutated genes. Let them be already! They're mutated and happy. Heck, they can fly and regenerate spontaneously. Now start helping the unhappy ones. *springs hand into air* Me first!!

although, of course, after a couple of guinea pigs have taken their turn. Imagine the lost felt, if I were to be toasted in the course of the transformation. Such a painful thought.