how i came to love tapioca pudding (stephen malkmus reminds me of christopher reeve)

i would never try it. ever. i think my great grandma, sadie, used to eat it with baby food on bread, but it might have been plain vanilla pudding. but that didn't matter, i was never going to try tapioca pudding. i was strictly chocolate, i've always had a thing against vanilla and grape. i still do. they are the only things i never change my mind about.
it all began at souplantation. cj and i went and come desert i saw it and brought it back from the buffet. i wasnt thinking. but soon i was thinking. i liked it. enough to have more. that was months ago. today is michael's birthday, and he chose to go to sizzler, dont ask me why, it was disgusting. the caesar dressing tasted like milk on my wilting, msg'd out lettuce, the bread was soggy in meat juice. but the tapioca pudding confirmed my buds, i was i love.
hell might be my resting place, but tapioca is my salivation.-emily