I hope no one else reads this (namely: my parents [they do]) because it's getting ridiculous.
1. http://coketalk.tumblr.com/post/129806291
Jasper, Rusty, and I dumpster dove REI and Whole Foods the other week in hopes of getting free stuff. I swear, that's it. I love wastefulness. Sometimes, I buy things just to throw them out. I wrap my plastic wrap in plastic wrap.
2. http://www.markusrothkranz.com/markus_rothkrana.html
Web page from a raw foodist. Look at Markus' bio. Now do you understand why we even attempted this?
3. In short, "The appeal of raw veganism lies in its adherence to frivolous rules, its celebrity following, and its promiscuous deployment of the phrase 'glowing skin'. The promise of 'glowing skin' is enough to ensnare me in any cult."
Molly Young. http://thisrecording.com/today/2009/9/17/in-which-we-change-all-the-rules-about-food.html. (1, para. 11). 200?, APA, MLA, W/E.
6.08.2010
FINE.
Shit happened in the last few weeks but I'm too important to remember things.
We did go out last night. We were the talk of the town, blahblahblah, the usual. Candy talked to some old guy in suspenders for a while, and get this: it wasn't Larry King! Turns out he was a bondage photographer. FUBARRR.
Also, apparently there was a shooting (or some sort of altercation? imnotareporterok) at the Loop and Candy thinks white people will stop going there. GOOD. As the only white chick, my chances of being boned by an "urban" man are sky high. In the immortal words of Rusty and I, "If you're a black man and I wouldn't fuck you... You're doing it wrong."
NOTE: see what I did there? I made a snarky snark on people who think they can get away with using "urban", "inner city", or "African American" [wtf?] to describe anyone with a skin pigment you wouldn't see in Twilight. I bet people like that get a minor brain hemorrhage when they meet a black person from West County. Ffffffuck.
Anyway, I'll have to hold onto my dreams for another day because this white flight ain't taking off as long as there's still FroYo.
We did go out last night. We were the talk of the town, blahblahblah, the usual. Candy talked to some old guy in suspenders for a while, and get this: it wasn't Larry King! Turns out he was a bondage photographer. FUBARRR.
Also, apparently there was a shooting (or some sort of altercation? imnotareporterok) at the Loop and Candy thinks white people will stop going there. GOOD. As the only white chick, my chances of being boned by an "urban" man are sky high. In the immortal words of Rusty and I, "If you're a black man and I wouldn't fuck you... You're doing it wrong."
NOTE: see what I did there? I made a snarky snark on people who think they can get away with using "urban", "inner city", or "African American" [wtf?] to describe anyone with a skin pigment you wouldn't see in Twilight. I bet people like that get a minor brain hemorrhage when they meet a black person from West County. Ffffffuck.
Anyway, I'll have to hold onto my dreams for another day because this white flight ain't taking off as long as there's still FroYo.
6.06.2010
Slackers
Still nothing from my lazzzzzzy sibs....so lame.
Going vegan tomorrow, kind of excited. Good thing I love rice.
Going vegan tomorrow, kind of excited. Good thing I love rice.
6.04.2010
Von Fat
Just because we failed at the raw food diet doesn't mean we have to also fail at posting on our blog.....
I wanted to write about the title of Von Fat, recently bestowed upon me by my lovely sibs. Although humiliating, I do think that it is giving me more motivation than ever to starve myself which is really great. Just a few more meals to throw up and the title will be passed on I'm sure, probably to Jasper who devoured a WHOLE Toby last night.....so disgusting. I would never eat that shit.
We had some very quality family time last night, all four of us. Went to a few bars, tore up the dance floor at Upstairs Lounge, and ended at the Buttery of course. Will be missing the family this weekend; Jasper is in Chicago, and Rusty and Sookie are at alumni weekend at Lakewood. I'm planning to buy an inner-tube (which hopefully won't pop!) and float down some river tomorrow which should be entertaining. Wish me luck. Throw some salt over your left shoulder for me. Works every time.
I wanted to write about the title of Von Fat, recently bestowed upon me by my lovely sibs. Although humiliating, I do think that it is giving me more motivation than ever to starve myself which is really great. Just a few more meals to throw up and the title will be passed on I'm sure, probably to Jasper who devoured a WHOLE Toby last night.....so disgusting. I would never eat that shit.
We had some very quality family time last night, all four of us. Went to a few bars, tore up the dance floor at Upstairs Lounge, and ended at the Buttery of course. Will be missing the family this weekend; Jasper is in Chicago, and Rusty and Sookie are at alumni weekend at Lakewood. I'm planning to buy an inner-tube (which hopefully won't pop!) and float down some river tomorrow which should be entertaining. Wish me luck. Throw some salt over your left shoulder for me. Works every time.
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