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thejunipertreeAt a local food place, there is an alcoholic drink called the Tarantula Spiderbite.
It contains Jose Cuervo and many other yummy things. It also comes in a heavy glass goblet roughly the size and shape of my skull. Without the aid of a long straw, I need two hands to drink out of this container.
One and a half of these monster bitches downed and I will begin debating whether the English language is evolving or devolving based upon the usage of the word 'tatts' (for tattoos). Loudly. And with great gusto. With a drunken, Republican lawyer.
I never knew the phrase, "I will not idly stand by and watch some knuckle-dragging moron dry assrape the English language." would so swiftly silence three tables of people and various passerby. oops.
I think Joanna is still laughing about this and it's been almost three days.
This weekend has been basically quiet and without note. My brother is away in Las Vegas. I spent Saturday night after I got home from work cleaning because the Engineer drove up to North Jersey to see some old high school friends of his. Today, we went to the bookstore and I bought the new China Mieville and another book called, "Four and Twenty Blackbirds", which looks rather promising. I also had the distinct displeasure of standing next to some hoity-toity Marlton/Medford wifey in the new nonfiction releases section.
"Have you seen Hostel yet?" She said to her companion. "I hear it's absolutely wonderful. Of course it would be, Quentin Tarantino did it."
This caused me to seethe and pee myself with hilarity, all at the same time. Seething, because Quentin Tarantino did not "do" Hostel. Eli Roth did. He wrote it and directed it. Tarantino produced it. Big difference. I'm a big fan of Eli Roth, he also did Cabin Fever and that is one of my favourite horror movies. Peeing myself with hilarity, because I would pay rather large sums of money to be in the room when this uptight Coach-dripping bitch actually watches Hostel. From everything that I've heard so far, the first half hour of the movie is very similar to softcore porn and the rest of the movie is straight up gore. They used 150 gallons of fake blood for this, which is three times the amount they used for Cabin Fever. If you've never seen CF, then you wouldn't quite realize how mind boggling this is.
In addition to a trip to the bookstore, we also went tothe hippie store Whole Foods, which is a grocery store I love like I'm receiving a paycheck to love it. They finally had the wonderful chocolate pudding I am so addicted to, instead of that vegan pussy carob bullshit that's been on the shelves the last few times I've been there. Carob is no proper substitute for chocolate, I don't care who says so. It is simply unacceptable.
So I happily bought real chocolate pudding and many other nifty food items I've been wanting, but no T42, which is a glorious bottled organic iced tea (made with organize cane sugar instead of fucking corn syrup) that I would have injected into my veins if I only could. It is exactly like the fresh brewed iced tea that my mother used to make for me., I could very well make it for myself if I weren't so goddamn lazy, but, damnably, I am and that will always be my downfall.
I've noticed that since I've started making an effort to eat more organically, I'm feeling quite a bit better, physically. My immune system is still dreadfully compromised and will remain so until I'm able to start seeing a doctor again on a regular basis, but overall I have more energy and I'm not feeling so sluggish. I'm attempting to keep my chemical intake (and non-whole foods intake) down to cigarettes, diet soda, and the occasional food product I have to buy because of limited income or availability. Pre-packaged shit is right out the fucking window, although today I discovered that Annie's makes a product similar to Hamburger Helper, just without all the crap in it. I bought two of them to see if they're any good.
Another benefit is that my brother appears to be afraid of organic food and refuses to eat it. He's incredibly picky about the stupidest things and despite the fact that I argued with him for almost a solid thirty minutes, he still can't quite grasp that the organic milk in the fridge is, indeed, just milk and not some strange soy or rice bullshit (which is not allowed over my threshold).
So, yay for organic milk. Boo and hiss for retarded women in Borders.
It contains Jose Cuervo and many other yummy things. It also comes in a heavy glass goblet roughly the size and shape of my skull. Without the aid of a long straw, I need two hands to drink out of this container.
One and a half of these monster bitches downed and I will begin debating whether the English language is evolving or devolving based upon the usage of the word 'tatts' (for tattoos). Loudly. And with great gusto. With a drunken, Republican lawyer.
I never knew the phrase, "I will not idly stand by and watch some knuckle-dragging moron dry assrape the English language." would so swiftly silence three tables of people and various passerby. oops.
I think Joanna is still laughing about this and it's been almost three days.
This weekend has been basically quiet and without note. My brother is away in Las Vegas. I spent Saturday night after I got home from work cleaning because the Engineer drove up to North Jersey to see some old high school friends of his. Today, we went to the bookstore and I bought the new China Mieville and another book called, "Four and Twenty Blackbirds", which looks rather promising. I also had the distinct displeasure of standing next to some hoity-toity Marlton/Medford wifey in the new nonfiction releases section.
"Have you seen Hostel yet?" She said to her companion. "I hear it's absolutely wonderful. Of course it would be, Quentin Tarantino did it."
This caused me to seethe and pee myself with hilarity, all at the same time. Seething, because Quentin Tarantino did not "do" Hostel. Eli Roth did. He wrote it and directed it. Tarantino produced it. Big difference. I'm a big fan of Eli Roth, he also did Cabin Fever and that is one of my favourite horror movies. Peeing myself with hilarity, because I would pay rather large sums of money to be in the room when this uptight Coach-dripping bitch actually watches Hostel. From everything that I've heard so far, the first half hour of the movie is very similar to softcore porn and the rest of the movie is straight up gore. They used 150 gallons of fake blood for this, which is three times the amount they used for Cabin Fever. If you've never seen CF, then you wouldn't quite realize how mind boggling this is.
In addition to a trip to the bookstore, we also went to
So I happily bought real chocolate pudding and many other nifty food items I've been wanting, but no T42, which is a glorious bottled organic iced tea (made with organize cane sugar instead of fucking corn syrup) that I would have injected into my veins if I only could. It is exactly like the fresh brewed iced tea that my mother used to make for me., I could very well make it for myself if I weren't so goddamn lazy, but, damnably, I am and that will always be my downfall.
I've noticed that since I've started making an effort to eat more organically, I'm feeling quite a bit better, physically. My immune system is still dreadfully compromised and will remain so until I'm able to start seeing a doctor again on a regular basis, but overall I have more energy and I'm not feeling so sluggish. I'm attempting to keep my chemical intake (and non-whole foods intake) down to cigarettes, diet soda, and the occasional food product I have to buy because of limited income or availability. Pre-packaged shit is right out the fucking window, although today I discovered that Annie's makes a product similar to Hamburger Helper, just without all the crap in it. I bought two of them to see if they're any good.
Another benefit is that my brother appears to be afraid of organic food and refuses to eat it. He's incredibly picky about the stupidest things and despite the fact that I argued with him for almost a solid thirty minutes, he still can't quite grasp that the organic milk in the fridge is, indeed, just milk and not some strange soy or rice bullshit (which is not allowed over my threshold).
So, yay for organic milk. Boo and hiss for retarded women in Borders.
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Date: 2006-01-23 06:27 am (UTC)Have you had Honest tea?
They have a peach Ooh La Long with brown rice syrup and organic cane sugar. It is my new lifeblood. Luckily I can get it at my Local Acme, so I do not have to travel a fuckton of miles to get it.
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Date: 2006-01-23 06:35 am (UTC)I have!
I love their lemon tea. I've also tried their Kashmiri Chai, but wasn't as enamoured with that.
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Date: 2006-01-23 06:45 am (UTC)asjhHHSADhjdsajjfsda;lkgsdshadsjasjl this might possibly have been the end of me, had i been there. BWAHAHAA.
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Date: 2006-01-23 07:41 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-01-23 04:44 pm (UTC)You know why? because had you said something like that at the Plaza, you would have gotten fists in the air and a chorus of "damn right!"....See, we're all kinda fucked for the whole pc thing, because we've got waaaay to used to talking candidly with each other....I'm glad that Joanna was there to apreciate your drunken wisdom and enthusiam.
Carob is nasty. Period.
Annie's is the shit! When I was still doing the dairy, the shells and cheese were awesome!
If you like Whole Foods, I'd suggest also going to Trader Joes, as some of their store brand stuff is just as good for you, but cheaper.
Good job with the healthier food!
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Date: 2006-01-23 04:49 pm (UTC)=) You're a China Mieville fan? I love his work. I'm horribly obsessed with him.
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Date: 2006-01-24 04:32 am (UTC)The whole leg shaving scene is the ONLY time I have ever covered my eyes during a movie.
=) You're a China Mieville fan? I love his work. I'm horribly obsessed with him.
He's fucking wonderful. The new book, I think it's called 'Searching for Jake' or something like that, is a collection of short stories.
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Date: 2006-01-24 11:20 am (UTC)Looking for Jake has some great stuff in it. Have you read Iron Council yet?
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Date: 2006-01-30 05:34 am (UTC)I have!
Actually, that's a bit of a lie. I read 98% of it, but never managed to finish the damn thing. Out of all his books, I had the hardest time with that one for some reason.
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Date: 2006-01-23 11:48 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-01-24 04:30 am (UTC)Walk it off, cupcake.
Aren't you late for a midnight showing of 'A Knight's Tale'?
Oh wait, that's right.
TALKIES haven't made it to your neck of the woods yet, have they?
>;P
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Date: 2006-03-01 10:06 am (UTC)hippievegan friend. On our road trip freeway libation stops she surprised me by showing me labels of what's not.