I'm gonna snoop around ;)

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Yesterday, at a food fest launch, a man swept into the room. Taller than me by half a head, about 190cm. Korean looking--the devastatingly handsome sort, not the pretty boy kind-- with naturally curly hair. Mid-20s or so. The vestiges of a pockmarked adolescence do not at all mar his good looks. Everyone turned to look at him.

Today, I just saw him at gym!!!! Grabbing life by the balls, I went up to say hi. He's Australian-Korean. Sooo hot and sexy and charming. And guess what. He's the owner of a fancy restaurant.

Omfg. Young, rich, handsome and charming. Why are all such men unavailable???

He invited me to his restaurant anyhow. I'm in love.

So I've been having stomach issues on and off for almost two weeks now. I told my mom about it, and she told me to stop eating salads for a few days to see if it helps. This amuses me so much.

A day later, I don't know if it's actually helping. I still feel really worn out and bleh, but it makes me laugh at the same time. I looked at the packaging for the vegetables in my fridge, and something to the tune of, "More matters!" is stamped on all of it. I know this ad campaign is probably because the majority of people barely look at the fresh produce aisle much less pick up anything to eat from it (unless they're feeling unhealthy, then they bring some home to languish in their crisper drawer until it gets too brown to eat). Still, come on. If more matters, it means eating "too many vegetables" isn't a possibility.

Oh, vegetables. You lie. You lie so hard. You know what they say about moderation in all things, vegetables? If my indigestion is any indication, they were talking about you too!

While we're on the subject, I bet when our time is up, we'll find out that the most sentient thing on the planet is some seemingly ineffectual and inanimate object we didn't expect, something with such a highly developed sense of self that it doesn't feel any need to interact with lesser-evolved creatures and is content to bide their time until they can strike us all down. It'll probably be a carrot. I mean, look at them-- so long, slender, and smug, sitting there in that bag and lulling us into a false sense of security while we grow more and more of them. They're laughing at us! They'll rule us all with an iron fist! You just wait! If that's the case, vegetarians are so screwed.

Stupid vegetables. Okay, I'm done ranting now. Maybe I should try getting more sleep, yes? Eh, like that's going to happen.