I cannot stop eating the pictured snacks, Shoga Tsumami, which I got in Philly’s Chinatown. It’s like they’re flying into my mouth unbidden. And they’re all sugar! I might as well be addicted to crack.
[To buy them online, go here.]
liz | 4:12 PM | Uncategorized
Liz Spikol was born in Philadelphia sometime in the 20th century. She started writing about her experience as a person with mental illness in 1999, while employed at Philadelphia Weekly as the paper’s managing editor. Aside from serving as that paper’s web editor, music editor, staff writer, senior editor, executive editor and a host of other random roles that she couldn’t make up her mind about, she has also worked as a Spanish teacher, as a Certified Peer Specialist during Philly’s system-wide transformation and as a communications specialist for a prison reform organization. Currently, she works at the Mental Health Association of Southeastern Pennsylvania and writes book reviews for PW. This blog — named one of the Top 10 Bipolar Blogs of 2007 and 2008 by PsychCentral — is about medications, schizophrenia, bipolar disorder, OCD, PTSD, SAD (and many other acronyms), mad pride, Big Pharma, celebrities, hospitals, stigma and the recovery movement. And other stuff.
OOOOOOHHH! Sugar crack! *clapping hands gleefully* I love sugar. Seriously.
Thanks for the tip! Orlando has a Chinatown of sorts.
Atlanta also has a Chinatown, and I try and alternate between carb and sugar addiction;), but those look like sugar coated pork skins, tell me non.
You do realize you’ve progressed from junkie to dealer now, right? LOL
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