i was supposed to be spending my entire day focused on writing a questionnaire but it's almost noon which means almost lunch which means i'll be spending the rest of the afternoon cramming to finish (start) this questionnaire.

anyhow!  one of my new favorite foods are the steamed pork juice buns from john's shanghai.  these little packets of heaven are basically steamed dough wrapper things that are filled with marinated ground pork.  when you bite into these suckers hot pork juice pours out and scalds your tongue.  it's a sadomasochistic dining experience that you want to revisit again and again.  i should write for zagats.



so yeah, jamaica was awesome.  when you're on a beach vacation you are basically in a walking coma.  my mind goes completely dead and i just go into auto-pilot to eat, drink, and have a blasterific time.  and i guess it's true what they say about not wandering outside the resort.  it's a bit sketchy.  and by sketchy i mean scary (and sad) as hell.  there were communities of shacks.  literal shacks.  shacks that sort of resembled what you put together as a kid in the living room with empty boxes and broomsticks.  so that's that.

i hate walking across broadway on matinee wednesday (or any day).  when a tourist walks in the city, it seems their internal radar is fixed so that they walk right INTO you.  seriously.  when i walk, i walk in a straight line.  when a tourist walks they seem to want to walk directly onto the path you are already on and then a split second before they are about to crash into you, do they realize they need to get the fuck off your path.  anyway, that's all.  i hate tourists.