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HOW DARE I BARGING IN WITH MY "ORIENTAL" VEGETABLE, LIKE A BRUTE IMBECILE WAVING A BOX OF STUPID CRAYONS, JUST SO I CAN PAINT AN ALREADY-PERFECT LOAF OF ART, PURPLE?
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So lately, if you have been paying attention, you'd notice that I've been somewhat, disturbingly obsessed with this color here. Hey, I swear, I didn't know I had it in me either. I mean, com'n, pastel purple? What am I, Hanna Montana? But seriously, starting exactly 7 days ago, I swear it came at me like a never-ending nightmare too dazing and beautiful to wake up from, I kept and kept baking things - FOUR loafs of bread as we speak to be exact - obsessively colored in this gigglish hue which I was never that into even when I was 4. What's happened to me?
To trace back steps, I must say that it started out innocently enough, as it happens to all of us, by an epidemical mental illness called PGSD - Piggish Grocery Shopping Disorder. I have been haunted by this persistent disease, which I have no doubt that I've gotten from my mother, for much longer than this ever-expanding body of mine can endure. On my weekly shopping routine, online as
