I WANT CHICKEN BALLS!!

Yum - check out that chemically sauce!

Okay, I get to eat lunch out tomorrow - really there is no where to store a sack lunch and I don't have the car to put one in. So there is a couple of Chinese restaurants across the street that look good. But honestly, I'm in the mood for chicken balls. I promised myself that I would never order chicken balls in an authentic style restaurant. Why such pride? Why do I care what they think - if they all say in Chinese - touristy white girl in booth two wants chicken balls?

And that is the theme of my life right now. I don't have to prove to them that I can eat somewhat authentic (I still don't eat feet or tripe or anything) Chinese food - I know I can. Like the newfound state of freedom - I can preach - yeah sure, I need practice but I don't need to prove it to anyone. Take it or leave it. Or like going to Calvin - if I don't like their demands, well heck, I'll go somewhere else - I don't need to prove anything. Today chicken balls, tomorrow the world!

So maybe tomorrow I will get chicken balls...with steamed rice - that way they know I have a little class.