I’ve always tried to downplay this, and found innocent-sounding excuses to avoid it (“I just ate”; “Ooo, look! A pen store! I’ll be right back”), but the fact is…
I hate sushi.
There. I said it, and I’m not sorry. Seaweed tastes exactly like low tide. Raw fish is like cat breath you can chew. Sticky rice? I can get that for cheaper, with a pile of Bulgogi on top, right next door. I think sushi is like stunt-food, something you pretend to like just to see if you can get other people to eat it. The food version of the Emperor’s New Clothes.
Hah. I feel so liberated.
Also, not much going on right now. I’ll let you know if anything happens.
Song du jour of the day: If You Want to Sing Out, Sing Out, by Cat Stevens.