I don’t care what it is. It could be a rubber glove dipped in batter. As long as it’s fried.

My fucking hormones are wretched this month.

Fuck somebody bring me sushi.

With chocolate syrup on it. Hold the soy sauce.

I’ll fucking snort the shit out of that wasabi you just watch.

Cake. Please can I have some cake? Preferably of the strawberry with whipped cream concoction persuasion?

Mmm I want that thing I used to get at that Chinese restaurant in Caracas. It had black bean paste in it and it was sweet and the outside of was made of some kind of chewy fried dough and covered in sesame seeds. Oh man it was good, and soft and chewy and yummy.

And fried.

I’m gonna go drink some oil.