can't stop thinking about these pork mooncakes i got off a lady on the street the other day. she gave me a warm one and told me to eat it immediately, that i would be hooked, and she was right
witnessing the depravity of a mind who not only goes to the money laundering rice pudding place but also orders so much stuff she needs a couple takeout boxes. i think i'm a true freak. i'm not even close
just hired the final person i will need for my holiday pastry team, which means that for the rest of the year other parts of my life are about to be fucked up in ways i currently can't even fathom
meeting a friend i haven't seen in a long time for coffee after work when i'd honestly rather go home, eat some soup, and not get off my couch until it's bedtime. they're heralding my bravery in heaven actually
what's every deli in the world selling? well that's on you to figure out, especially if you need #2 coffee filters and you used to have a place you could go for them
whenever we have discourse about mad men, my power grows. it's the worst show, it's the best show. doesn't matter to me what anybody thinks, i am a golem who draws my power solely from video clips of those new york city ad men
okay, there is something too intoxicating about the smell of a deli cooking breakfast sandwiches when you've just woken up and are just wandering somewhere for coffee filters