Our scale is gullible. Very sweet.

Apparently, too much wasabi in me.

Okay, it’s not true.

My browser tells me that it is currently snowing. I go outside and there it was. The first snow of the year.

Oh internet.

Mosquitoes in early morning motivate me to do dishes.

Once upon a time, there were some lonesome-looking cookies. They were calling for some good HCl but alas, there wasn’t anyone aroun, not even a guard. Along came a girl and their dreams came true.

I bet that girl was Japanese.

I once read a short story about a poor peasant family in 18th century Japan. I really liked the story because every night, the family ate Udon. When something good happened, they even added tempura on top.

Yum.

I’ve never had a real helium experience. Every time I try, my voice gets slightly higher but it’s only because I feel I’m supposed to have a high-pitch voice and my mind modifies my voice automatically, rather than the gas doing its job.