I blame my English teachers. They told me to dig deeper; dig until I find the sauerkraut in the chocolate cake. See, now I can’t read anything without my mind automatically searching for the nasty secret ingredients. I can’t even read trashy manga without putting it under the fine microscope of armchair psychology. (Freud would be proud, but I ( Read more... )

Storytime!  Yay!  I'm not trying to mess with your feelings or anything, but I'll tell you right now that it gets a little morbid at the end.  I blame that Yan Yan stuff.  You know, the little sticks that you dip into the chocolate...  They had pandas on them!  Pandas!  Pandas... T_T

Once upon a time, there was a Chinese restaurant out in the ( Read more... )