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Last night I found myself in a restaurant waiting for my father's name to be called. A woman walks into the same restaurant with heels so high that her toes were practically free falling. Poor unfortunate toes. It's already a shame that they're practically last one in the cycle for blood circulation and that they have to carry your weight. You don't need to pull some sort of modernized torture for the little things.

ANYWHO. The said restaurant was my name simply rearranged. Naomi. Onami. By any other name: Sushi Heaven. Or the closest you can get to it in California anyway. Simply put: it was worth the wait.

My memory is going goldfish on me but a one more pleasant point at Onami would be their multi-colored plates. :] They make me happy. Courtesy of my Dad's phone (cause I had a dead camera and no phone):



Flying to the present and speaking of phones...RIP Yuji. He has been deemed irreparable. OTL It's time for comfort yogurt.