boca-boca

So things are picking up.
Not in the sense that things are interesting at work.
No. I haven't done anything except play on myspace and thing of dumb things to look up on Google for about a hour now.
I bought a queen-sized bed out of the news paper for a sparkling $75.
And I just found out a few seconds ago that I have a zit on the back of my head. Fuck yeah!.
Mainly, though, I've been wishing I had a poster of this image called Retard Kart.

"People you love will turn their backs on you... da da da da da da da da"

So I want to go to bed.
But I'm stuck listening to pretentious-kid in a shoe store.
what the fuck.

permanent anorexia

I figured it out while locked in a freezer stocked with meat. I just have to stop eating. Really, that seems like the only way to keep with my beliefs. It bugs me even to eat plants, but there's a point when you have to give in and eat life, I guess. But even when I am venturing into eating all of the consumable chemicals that companies put out, there is still a sense of uncertainty. Foods that list all of the chemicals that go into their product do not say they contain milk, eggs, or other animal by-products but do not say what products make up the chemicals they use.
I guess I'm just tired. Tired of the healthy distrust I must have toward people. When they offer me food, I have to ask to see all the ingredience. It's amazing how many people do not know what a vegan is. Tired of being worried. Worried about what I eat. Worried about money. Tired of knowing that no matter how much meat I do not eat, it does not really make a damn difference. Animals are always going to die because some dumb bastard doesn't have the patience to farm or the know-how to get by without eating meat. Too much of the economy depends on slaughter. It makes me feel like I'm just taking a piss by taking a stand against it. What's the use? We as humans have grown so dependent, there's not really any clean way of unfucking ourselves.
damn...

Somethingaboutsomething

Elephant Crotch
take your time. we'll just sit in line and wait till the sun comes out a little better. Eating cake. Goddamn. Give us a break at least until there's a blue patch in the weather. No, no. Don't stay, don't go. It's all not going slow, but I don't care if there's not a thing to show
for all the work and time. It's what's been on my mind, and i might go blind from playing with myself
control because i am a lot better about waisting time except at work. It might work
to be-

shwa-ship-duda
pictures will be added. oh yes.

Anyway, the move into the apartment is still going strong and it will be for a few weeks more until the roommate stops being such. Right now i'm at work waiting for the sushi chef, June, to wake up. I need June to wake up because he is sleeping in the tatami room, which is the room that people who make reservations at Wasabi eat in. It has a padded floor, which is why i have the June-bug problem. I need June-bug to wake up because there's a party 14 coming at seven, and i have to set the table. I would just go ahead and set the table while he was sleeping but this man has not said a word to me in like 3 weeks, and I can imagine him stabbing me if i woke him up. And plus, he looks so goddamn adorable.
I'm using Mandi's iBook to type this, and i don't know how to make things bold because the little icons that are normally at the top of the blogging screen aren't. Strike uno, Mac. But it's so goddamn adorable.
Well, I'm going to go buy socks so that the people who have the reservation in the tatami room do not smell my feet. Bad smelling feet usually do not fatten my tip.

"Is that someone knocking on your door?"
"No, that's a 50cal. machine gun going off like a half a mile away."
"Jesus. You need to come home right now."