Turkey is for Gluttons

What is it about the house that I grew up in that convinces my brain into believing I have the metabolism of a 13 year old? I really wanna know. Why? When I am in my lovely city of DC I am cautious, nurturing and, lately I dare say, strict on my body, but the moment I arrive at that beautiful house in Wallingford, PA, I immediately wanna shove as many hoagie rolls and tastycakes as I can into my mouth. And fast food? I eat FAST FOOD up there! I don't eat fast food, what the hell?!?!
I exaggerate, of course, like I always do when it comes to me and my hatred of me, and I DID have an amazing time with my family, pretty much the coolest family in the world and if you don't agree I WILL fight you, but now I am back from that Utopia of ice cream and soft pretzels, and I'm gonna be in a state of withdrawal for a good seven days. Lucky for me I had already decided to do a lil' detoxing to get my mind and body into shape for the show, so there.

And speaking of the show, I am having a very difficult time blogging about it. I would love to share all my questions and discoveries with you, but I don't want to give anything away, because this story, this show, is all about storytelling, about leading people the right way through a legend, a fable, a tale, whatever you want to call it. So picking and editing what I put down has been quite the challenge, because I usually just pour out all my junk on to the keyboard and click "POST" but I must be considerate of your experience with this as well as mine own. Feedback is appreciated, if I'm getting boring or you have any questions about the show that I can answer, please do not hesitate, ask/bitch/comment away!