Tuesday, November 26, 2002

i'm walking down chinatown manhattan. stench everywhere, trying to avoid puddles of mess and messes of people. i'm noticing workers loading up a ramen truck for delivery. i see my favorite brand of ramen being loaded in but then i notice that something's off. this ramen is mistakenly labeled as a chinese ramen! that's not right! this ramen isn't chinese! it's korean! and suddenly i realize i'm dreaming. and my dream is no more. shattered by the irrefutable logic of my ramen knowledge.



if this is the type of crap that's stuck in my subconscious, no wonder i have such problems getting up. welcome to the workday. rock rock ya'll.

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