Lately… and I don’t know what it is exactly… perhaps the shift in the weather.. more likely a shift in brain chemistry.. but I have become insane.
Insane for meatballs.
Last week I managed to eat meatballs almost every single day. I even had an embarrassing uncontrollable moment in a Subway where I had them scoop me out a footlong subs worth of meatballs into a soup cup so I could run greedily home with them like a hungry little Gollum. I was so pleased I managed to get away with such a glorious coup that I sang out “meatballs, meatballs, MEATBALLS” in a long, sustained, emotionally charged aria in the middle of the street, causing the man behind me to switch sidewalks. Fucking meatballs, they just please me.