Originally from May 12, 2005:
There's something I've been meaning to say, but always forgot about for some reason (maybe because it's not that important). I was lying on the bed with Rose last night talking about something or other when I felt the need to admit something to another human being.
I don't like salad. In fact, I really can't stand salad, and I don't care who knows it.
We live in a bullshit salad culture where everyone just assumes that you want a green salad, Caesar salad, fancy salad with your meal. But I don't want any of that. I wish I could go to a restaurant and only pay for what I want. The main dish with no fucking salad. Because it's just a waste of the chef's time, a waste of food and a waste of my plate's real estate.
