i’m not dead, just in case you were wondering. however, i’ve been feeling a bit under the weather, which does detract very much so from the ole appetite, much to my dismay (that is, in essence, the snake eating its tail). anyway, i’ve been subsisting on either canned soups or chinese food or osso buco as of late, so you tell me what you want to read about. that’s right, i want YOU, loyal readers, to tell me what you want.
do you care that i had a leisurely (read: terrible service) lunch with annie b earlier today at lodge? that i can feel my intestines bubbling over from what is no doubt e coli poisoning? why do we do such things to ourselves? we are masochists. or, we are lazy and it’s a block away. take your pick.
recently i ordered from chinese musician, some restaurant in greenpoint that allegedly has “awesome” chinese food. well, it wasn’t very exciting at all. you know why i am qualified to say such things? because i am chinese, you assholes! then i decided to deter yet again from my usual route of all things kam sing, and went with pac sun, which was mediocre at best. fuck this; the road most traveled is usually that because it’s the best. kind of like why cliches are true, you know that kind of jibber jabber.
anyway, i’m going to bake some pumpkin pies with graham cracker crusts this new year’s eve and serve it all up with a side of schlagg, the german version of whipped cream that’s so much richer than that cool-whip shit. germans sure know how to beat their dairy into submission! and on the 5th, we’re going to del posto, so hold your breath because i’m sure this will be fucking bang on. if not, well, then i guess it’s off to dressler, because i still have yet to go.
are you still reading? are you eating anything good? say something!
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