Food
I indulge my ethnic food fantasies in private. Others don't. The trading floor is often full of exotic smells and it is impossible to complain or focus on my screen. This is typically the time I choose to blog (I find this verb particularly sketchy.) This may account in part for the tone of my journal (I find this noun effeminate. The English vocabulary is severely limited.)
In any case, more food has arrived. One exotic smell has negated another. Wait-this one's for me.
- posted by Male Whore @ 12:25 AM