Last night I had the worst pizza of my life, probably.

The jizzum pizza in Queens was more unappetizing.

But this pizza was something I'd been looking forward to for a while and was just so obviously going to be a disappointment. The foreseeable, inevitability of it's poor quality and the entire surrounding environment of wrongness was the bottom.

I don't know why I didn't take control and get good pizza, but I think it has something to do with Taoism and pity.

Birthday Cake--I should have remembered

This weekend it wasn't what I bought, but what I failed to buy.

The people who criticize me for not paying enough attention are right (as are the ones who say I pay too much attention).

I'm not keeping track of everything I buy this year so this blog has fallen out of use. But a notable purchase this weekend was a Tapioca, Jasmine? Ice Milk, Huckleberry float at Suzette. A lovely afternoon sweet treat.