bread

like dandan, i love bread. not the usual wheat bread, but bread with stuff inside. custard, or whatever sweet fillings it might be.

so naturally, my sister decided to go to chinatown(which is totally out of the way) before her job on sunday just to make sure i have it at night when i have my hunger pangs.

thanks, sis.



oh, on a totally unrelated note, this is what happens if you lick yourself too much.