ever have one of those days where you wanna sit home, eat kalamata olives and masturbate? hello yesterday. i still only long for olives or anything briny today. that, and german industrial (soylent green, something german!!) so, as a vegan nutritionist, i may have bitten off more than i can chew. i've agreed to do a one-on-one teaching session with an overweight mcdonald's employee who eats nothing but low-quality fried foods. what the fuck was i thinking? i felt awkward even stepping in that joint to give her the evalutation forms. i've been boycotting that place for a while, which means little in many ways, as i've boycotted many companies-- including freeman's (remember that two week period?) so i ran into a friend today who said that next time i saw her, she might have a beard. she wants to get her boobs cut off before defending her thesis, because she wants to get the process started, but is worried what her professors will say. she's changing her name, getting hormones, but has an ethical dilemna because she's vegan. so yeah, i ran into a friend on the road and she said she's a man. and even tho i was a little high, i handled it pretty well because i'd heard about it from somone else yesterday and she was delighted at my suport. fuck. it's not even noon. what will the day bring? i'm going downtown. perhaps spring garden road won't even be there. whatever, i'm going to barrington.
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