Scared of chicks.

Today, I found out that I'm allergic to chick peas. It started when my mother bought a bag and popped a few into my mouth.

Nothing happened. So I started eating more. After eating about 10 more, my mouth started aching slightly. That's how I found out.

Some time ago, I found out I'm allergic to a certain breed of yam. I've inherited this attribute from my biological mother whose hands itch when she handles those yams. I know that she IS my biological mother because:

1. We both share the same allergy.
2. She says so.

I am not adopted.

Things I sometimes think about.

An example:

-"I wonder if it was a boy or a girl..."-

*stares at a dory fish fillet*

...

Oh well, they taste the same anyway...