10th of Jew-Lie

I really didn't realize there was such a difference between v8 and tomato juice. v8 is good; i used to get it from the c-store in miami and can remember one specific instance drinking it on my way back down the path, at sunset, to my old room in that dorm, whatever it was called, with audrey. dan's talk about 'certain tastebuds' sounds like crazy talk. maybe he is a super-taster, after all. whatever, the main point is that i'm just happy it wasn't clamato.

cold garlic roll is :( but whatever i've learned to accept these things from dan now. i'm just happy he's eating and it's not clamato.

oh, cpk, yum. i would like some pizza. usually when i go to cpk i order this fusilli, though. i will only eat certain pasta shapes and fusilli is one of them. it seems suspect that dan's mother suggested indian but then backed out of it once his interest was piqued.

this post blows tonight but i am pretty tired, so what-ev-er