And at times, it can be a curse. Especially when Taco Bell posts a picture on facebook of five quesadillas and my brain automatically supplies me with the smell and taste of toasted tortillas and melted cheese, and the chicken, and I'M SMELLING IT RIGHT NOW AS I TYPE THIS, and now I'm so hungry, and all I want is a quesadilla, but the nearest Taco Bell is a forty-five minute drive away, and the food is driving me mad with it's intoxicating bouquet, and it's all because of my overactive imagination. Pretty much, I'm crazy and wanted you all to know it.
I also have a bad memory: "What's he talking about!? Experimentation!? Fish and custard!? POSTS ON A THREAD!?! What'd I do now, what on earth could I have possibly... Oh. Oh! OH! Creamsicle Coca-Cola! Oh yes! That is SO happening!"