I am officially moving on. Well, not really – more like consolidating. From now through the foreseeable future, I’ll be collecting all my random thoughts and such here: Fistful of Crispy.

Enjoy, baby!

when most people think of japanese food, they get mental images of sushi and other delicate little anal-retentive bite-sized bits of harmoniously arranged combinations of foods representing japan’s deep connection with nature and blah, blah, blah. i like all that stuff too, but when i’m hungry, this is what i want to eat:

it’s a big, fat bowl of rice, topped with grilled chicken and onions and covered with egg.

question: how can you go wrong with that?

answer: it’s impossible to go wrong with that.

you served dinner at your house, and guests were surprisingly few
just you and me and a girl who lived a couple of blocks from you
she ducked out just before desert – she didn’t even finish her food
little did i know i was being set up to have sex with you

if i’d only known, if i’d only known
if i’d only known you wanted it, i would’ve put it in your butt

the prior conversation had touched on our sexual proclivities
somehow i didn’t make the connection that you wanted to get nasty with me
i got up to say good night, and you said i didn’t have to leave
i replied that i was fine to drive – i didn’t understand what you were asking me

if i’d only known, if i’d only known
if i’d only known you wanted it, i would’ve put it in your butt

i thought you didn’t want me to drive home drunk, but you were asking me to fill you trunk
i told you i could make it home, but if i’d known i would have buried the bone

hope you like nut butter, ’cause i’m a butt nutter

if i’d only known, if i’d only known
if i’d only known you wanted it, i would’ve put it in your butt