"Can't break free from the things that you do / I wanna walk but I run back to you"
Last night, I went to Block 1912 Cafe with some buddies from work. I enjoyed a generous scoop of tiramisu ice cream. (They call it gelato, but they are lying.) It was yummalicious, so creamy and sweet and cool on the tongue. It wasn't so yummalicious this morning, though. Not for my tummy, and not for my poor hunny's olfactory senses.
Note to self: You are Asian Pacific American. Our people historically cannot handle dairy products. If you must torture yourself, do it with cheese. At least that you can enjoy with a glass of merlot.
Note to officemates, just in case: I am so sorry.