S-s-s-s-s-sushi!!!

I seriously heart me some sushi. In fact, it is my all-time fave food and I could literally eat it every day of life. Luckily, I love everything (other than roe, cause quite honestly, the popping of those little eggs just freaks me out). And I say luckily in the foreshadowing kind of way….

…haha. That makes it sound so ominous. It’s really not.



 Apparently this machine here won’t upload my picture so you can’t actually see the REAL pic of the massive amount of sushi that I just consumed. I’m pretty ok with that.

Anyway, my sushi got delivered (cause I’m too lazy to pick it up) and I started happily eating away while watching Sex and the City, still in my running clothes from an hour ago. Please, save the comments on how cool I am on a Friday night…I already understand that I’m at the pique of amazing. So, as I’m munching away, I realize I’m not eating a Philadelphia roll, and I’m pretty sure that that other assorted fish have nothing to do with what I ordered. Not that I care because again, I’ll inhale pretty much anything (there was no roe to be found). But I felt like they should know. So I called up the restaurant and told them I got the wrong order; when they asked what I had received, I kinda got stumped….who the hell knows what I was eating? Does that happen to anyone else when eating sushi?! It’s not like anyone can actually tell what they’re eating when sucking down the little rolls…they all look the same. Colorful and nondescript. I couldn’t tell them. The bonus part was that I actually received three rolls AND nigiri…definitely more than I ordered. Score. And yes, I ate the whole. damn. thing.

Delicious.