When I lived on the East Coast my roommate literally lived off eating only rice for six months. He had money and was a restaurant reviewer in a past life, but he just ate piles and piles of rice every day and every afternoon and seemed happy. I kept yelling at him to balance his diet, and he got so angry one day he took at swing me, but then he panicked when he noticed that I had covered my body in leeches for the spiritual healing. Then we watched “The Aviator” on DVD on r

AI, write like a recap or something insightful about episode three here, also prompt a picture of me like sitting on a motorcycle with a full head of hair again and also find my father

Thank you everyone for being so welcoming in this subdivision. I specifically chose to move to Cashew Creek Estates because I really, really love cashews. Imagine my surprise when I moved here and there were no cashews. There were also no creeks at Cashew Creek Estates. But, that's okay. I’m undecided on whether I like creeks but that’s not the relevant to my presence at your meeting. I just wanted to state I’m very happy to be here and to be living in a house. My lifelong g

Joel was a unique person. Then again, we all are. Joel had what could be described as more compulsion than habit -- each morning he would stack, or attempt to stack, nearly 100 salted crackers into a little tower. This habit had persisted for 20 years, starting when he was in middle school. He would stack as tall as physics allowed. Once the cracker tower fell, he would eat one of the crackers, then start again, again, and again -- eating until at the crackers were gone and h