I'm Italian. And in 2013, when the powers that be told me I could no longer have gluten, or dairy, and about a billion other things, I had a bit of a bad reaction. It involved a lot of crying, spazzing, and laying on the floor crumpled up questioning, "Why?" While I was down there, I also questioned why my forefathers decided to settle in the Midwest as opposed to, I don't know, Hawaii or New Zealand.
Read MoreDoes anyone even like celery? Anyone? I'm super bad at thinking of names for things. My previous twenty-something blog was titled Blunt Delivery. Over the years, the bombardment of inquiries asking if I was a drug delivery service revealed to me that perhaps it wasn't as crystal clear to others as it was in my mind. A deliverer of bluntness, not blunts, people. #namefail
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