Indulge Me
I'm having an emo moment. I'm depressed as all hell. I have a glass of delicious Pinot Noir and I'll probably have another. I have been driven to drink, isn't that peachy?
I'm listening to the saddest songs possible: Israel Kamakawiwo'ole's version of Somewhere Over the Rainbow, Ben Harper's Power of the Gospel, the version of Mad World from Donnie Darko, and some stuff from Mozart's Requiem. I'm being selfish and indulgent and immature.
I've decided to lose 30 lbs. Not because I need to, but because I want to see how people treat me if I'm waifishly thin. Will I get better dates? Will I get a raise? Will store employees give me better service? Its more of an anthropological desire to see if physical appearance changes perception that much. I'm a healthy 145 lbs and at 5'7" that's pretty nice I think. So what if I was like, 115, or 120? Hm. So begins the experiment. Don't worry...I plan to gain it all back once I've taken copious notes.
I've also decided to go vegetarian again. Bye bye meat. I know I wrote that below, but I mean it this time. Meat no more. Fish is OK though. Fish...don't have legs. They can't run away.
I'm listening to the saddest songs possible: Israel Kamakawiwo'ole's version of Somewhere Over the Rainbow, Ben Harper's Power of the Gospel, the version of Mad World from Donnie Darko, and some stuff from Mozart's Requiem. I'm being selfish and indulgent and immature.
I've decided to lose 30 lbs. Not because I need to, but because I want to see how people treat me if I'm waifishly thin. Will I get better dates? Will I get a raise? Will store employees give me better service? Its more of an anthropological desire to see if physical appearance changes perception that much. I'm a healthy 145 lbs and at 5'7" that's pretty nice I think. So what if I was like, 115, or 120? Hm. So begins the experiment. Don't worry...I plan to gain it all back once I've taken copious notes.
I've also decided to go vegetarian again. Bye bye meat. I know I wrote that below, but I mean it this time. Meat no more. Fish is OK though. Fish...don't have legs. They can't run away.
posted by The Semi-Pro Chef at Tuesday, November 08, 2005
1 Comments:
Yeah, but its those dead eyes and scaly noses that in the end really turn yer stomach, although I gotta admit that before, like a long time ago, I’d always thought that munchin’ on fish was Ok, cause they’re so friggin’ dumb; like who cares if you splat their little brainese out, dip ‘um in goo and deep fat fry the lil’ buggers to a crisp bit-o-num-num! But the truth is - who’s dyin’ of mercury poisoning now?
You should go home more often, your visits and consequent returns generate a lot more of your writing, which being one of the… What was it? Oh, yeah, one of the three people that read your blog, makes the reading, for this one person, all that more enjoyable as well as a wee bit educational!
Skinny is the old black!
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