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| 06.12.04 (1:57 pm) [edit] |
I have this thing.
I don't know what it is. I think I might know what it used to be, but I can't be sure. Time has a way of fogging one's memories.
This thing, it lives in my refrigerator. In August, it will be a year old. I know this because that is when my mother bought me a nice set of blue glass bowls. One of which is now home to my strange and unsettling guest.
I think that it used to be gravy. After a couple of weeks, I hesitated to rid myself of the rapidly morphing substance out of fear. The smell. The disgusting thought of touching it with my bare hands. I tried to rationalize my inactions by telling myself that if I leave it long enough, it will dry up, thereby banishing the horrible odor that it was, no doubt, emitting.
This line of reasoning worked for many months, until one day, I realised that my fear had slowly transformed into a wierd facination. I have to admit that my curiosity had gotten the better of me. I would check it's progress from time to time, slowly forming a strange, wordless bond with it.
I would like to have my bowl back, but I can't seem to bring myself to serve the eviction notice. This whole situation could be set right if it would only leave. Just get the hell out of my bowl and see the world or something. I think that soon it will be capable of it, if not already. But no. It seems to be very happy right where it is.
Truthfully, I think I might even miss it. It has been such a constant part of my fridge contents that if it were suddenly gone, I don't know what I would put in it's place. I think I would leave it empty for a while. A symbolic gesture. And the bowl...Could I use it again? I could fill it with anything, but in the end, I think it would just be a bowl of sad emptiness.
Have you ever heard the legend of Yohootie? He's supposedly the little guy that lives in your refrigerator. He turns the light on and off when you open and shut the door. Of course I know how a fridge door works and that the light is activated by the release of a button when the door opens. However, I can't help but wonder if the legend of Yohootie was spawned by a phenomenon similar to the one occuring in my own home.
Will I ever have my bowl back? Or will I soon have another mouth to feed?
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posted by: care (reply)
post date: 06.12.04 (11:40 pm)
Michelle, I have never seen a more brilliantly posted blog day as yours... Yohootie must make its appearance in the zine at some point... must...
posted by: SNEEVIL (reply)
post date: 06.13.04 (8:59 am)
Reply to: care
Hehehe...thanks.
:o)
posted by: yobrenda (reply)
post date: 11.13.07 (5:28 am)
thanks, i've been stumped trying to remember his name. Thats it, YOHOOTIE
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