Louis loves food. There is virtually nothing that he won’t eat. I’ve never known anyone to eat as much as he does. It doesn’t matter what time of day or night, you can almost count on the fact that he will be eating something.
One night when I came home, I saw him sat in the kitchen, with what looked like the entire contents of the fridge around him, most of it already eaten.
“Wow, you’ve been pigging out,” I commented.
“Yeah, I got kinda hungry,” he replied.
I just looked at him in disbelief. He was always hungry!! But this was a whole new level. I shook my head, and wandered off, not bothering to say anything. I knew no matter what, Louis would always be addicted to food.
Nat nearly always wore her hair in pigtails, I could probably count on the fingers of one hand the number of times I’d seen her without her hair up like that. Most of the time she braided her pigtails.
Which is why when she opened the door, and I found her hair loose, I was so surprised. That almost never happened!!
I remember several years ago now, when Connie was studying for her last set of exams in medical school, her room turned into a complete pig sty. There was stuff everywhere, you could barely see the floor because of the amount of notebooks, research papers, and study notes that were scattered all over the room. It was a miracle she actually knew where anything was, because I certainly couldn’t have made sense of the pig sty that was her room!
LJ can be pretty pig-headed when he wants to be. He’s stubborn and has an intense dislike for politicians and politics. He doesn’t ever want to play the game.
Over the years, most people had gotten used to his stubbornness and had long stopped asking him to deal with politicians. Instead, they left that to others.
I, on the other hand, never had a problem with his stubbornness, probably because I can be just as stubborn when I want to be!
Over the years, I’ve worked frequently with the police. Some are great. Some are complete pigs. Some are even extremely sexist pigs and they bothered me the most.
I guess, because I believe in equality and treated people with respect, that we were never going to see eye to eye on certain matters!!
Last week i went and visited my friend Nat at her apartment in Washington DC, I’d never actually been there before, normally we’d meet up elsewhere in the city and go shopping or something like that. So this was a first.
Nat and I had known each other a while, and were good friends, there were very few secrets between us, we liked a lot of the same stuff, listening to the same kind of music, and absolutely loved spending time together. And when that was not possible, because I was travelling, we would text each other every single day.
However, one thing I did not know was that Nat kept a piggy bank. An actual piggy bank in her living room. That came as a surprise to me. Nat had always been good at handling money, and also had a lot of savings behind her. So I couldn’t help but wonder about the purpose of having a piggy bank. It wasn’t like she needed one.
As we sat down to eat I asked her about it, and Natalie explained to me, that it was her savings pot for tattoos. She generally gets a new one every year, and they are absolutely gorgeous! So every years, she buys a piggy bank, spends all year saving up, and then gets a new tattoo around the time of her birthday. Personally, I thought that was a brilliant idea!
Piggy Back Ride
I’m pretty short, five foot two and a half (and the half is very important), and most of my friends are taller than me. In fact that guys are almost a foot taller than me. So naturally, they have been known to pick me up. It doesn’t bother me really. Everyone expects it to, but nowadays it would kinda weird me out if they didn’t pick me up. They’ve even been known to give me piggy back rides! I don’t question it anymore. I know it’s just how they are, and I wouldn’t want them to ever change!