Friday, September 18, 2009


i love when i get take out sushi because it more than likely comes with that gratuitous piece of plastic grass. sushi, soy sauce, wasabi, ginger. necessary. the grass? no real purpose that i can see, except there to make me smile! from vermont to new york city, no city too big or too small, that little green cut out of happiness is in my tray. and i am rather pleased.


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