chicken.

how to know if i'm comfortable around you:
i will use my hands to eat chicken and lick my fingers afterwards. and talk and laugh in between stuffing my face with food.

like, i cannot get "real-er" than that.

i love chicken.

i would probably eat a bucket of jollibee's chicken joy on the daily if i could afford to live that way.  chicken joy is the best; it's the realest. (but i don't mind other chicken: home-cooked or chooks to go or mang inasal. mmm, chicken.)

the point of this entry is (i swear, i am not on any substance, probably just drained from being an adult at the moment) that one great way to learn about a person is to watch how they eat. (not what they eat!)

everything seems much clearer in my head, but yeah.

if i can eat with my hands and not restrain myself from having second or third servings around you, then we're good. : )