Carpet Bombing

I am full of delectable Vietnamese cuisine. The foreign spices, herbs, and sauces all suit to electrify my palate in an array of color and sound that only the tongue can comprehend. The very act of eating, enhanced by foreign flavors, suits to enliven the ritual grown old through bland American foods - like the enlivening of sex in an old relationship by introducing new positions. It works and brings joy back to the diet.

Here I am - typing in a senior center an otherwise completely boring piece of literature that only my professor and I shall ever read. What is the point? The point is that, even though I'm not touching worlds or making waves, I am shaking the core of my being. Sometimes I think that's the most honorable accomplishment in the world. First I'll destroy my own misconceptions and childhood stereotypes. And then I'll destroy yours.

Watch out, world - I am going to make love to you in a way you've never felt before.