I have not one, but TWO canker sores on my tongue. I know that doesn’t sound pleasant, but hearing it is about a thousand times better than how it actually feels. I’m quite depressed right now, so much so that I’m contemplating staying in and sobbing for the next two weeks. One is bad enough, but two? What did I do to deserve this? I rarely kick little girls anymore, and only shove little boys on Tuesdays and Saturdays.

Maybe it’s because I’ve been eating jars and jars of this stuff called “Man Kou Su” (满口酥) all last week. It’s basically deep fried red pepper flakes stuffed with sesame seeds, mixed in with roasted peanuts. It’s also fucking good. Sanjay used to call it “heroin,” and I don’t disagree with its seductive pull. However, I don’t think it was meant to be poured down one’s throat and devoured as a meal within 10 minutes, which is what I was doing all last week. Now I’m paying the price; these cankers are driving me fucking crazy! I feel like a leper (all lepers out there please don’t take offense); I’m so depressed. Maybe some more stuff from this “Man Kou Su” jar that I’m staring at on my desk will cheer me up…


So crunchy, so spicy, so sexy