Erik Satie ate only white foods for a period of time.

I think of him when I think of surrealism and Picasso (Picasso designed costumes for Satie’s ballet); and when I think of those, I think of Post/Modernism. Also, when I think of devilish limits on consumption intake (er… outside of recycling, and being re-source wise, ehhh?) like diets… allergies… intolerance… the like. Why would you want to limit food intake purely on the basis of plain aesthetics? It’s not as if the pleasing salad of textures and tastes in Little Thai’s crispy vegetable noodle plate– CRISPY NOODLE! BROCCOLI! MUSHROOMS! BEANS! CHICKEN!– was any less delicious or tasty than an item exuding literary pureness– RICE! WHITE RADISH! WHITE CHOCOLATE! MARSHMALLOWS! COCONUT FLAKES!–

I’ve been INadvertently consuming ORANGE foods: aside from the rare free lunch, I’ve only eaten MAC ‘N CHEESE, ORANGES, and GOLDFISH (cracka-snacka) — !*

I’ve been getting into It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia (< I originally grossly misspelled this) and the comedy is having me LAWLFESTing and FOFLMAFO’ing (Falling On Floor Laughing ” ” “”; Charlie’s strange, nasal pitch has grown on me,

because I love him. We would be friends. And Danny Devito is on the show. Who doesn’t love Danny Devito? How dare you.

I feel like I am going to devour the rest of these orange fish nuggetz of Goldfish. And I’ll have a sea of crumbs crashing against my gumlines.

Wish Molly Moon’s would deliver.

Heeeeee yah

Graceee

*this is a lie. I seem to recall devouring a banana, some biscotti, soup, and a burrito… sometime recently. Also, coffee doesn’t count, even if I have it for breakfast/lunch / and /dinner.