I need a guillotine
i know what you're thinking, how the hell did ashley spell guillotine right? the answer lies in having to misspell it three hundred times in ms word. that is a damn hard word.
new plan, and it's a good one. i'm breaking one of rachel's arms so she can come to the show tomorrow and then i'm buying her a 12 pack of hamms. and then? well in the spirit of punk rock she came to the conclusion that she's gonna have to punch someone in the head. i mean, it could be anybody at the show (hopefully zak) but if henry rollins did it then we (by the art of scientific logic) would be lesser if we didn't. we're also working on being fascist, much like mr. rollins, but that's a trade that needs much time and careful nurturing.
it's called ballancing the equation mother fuckers.
(you have no idea how badly i've been wanting to use that)
a brief history in the dietary habits of me to lead into a decision that i'm, strangly, super stoked about.
fig. b. when i was a wee lass of 17 there was this girl who really believed in the vegan/vegetarian cause. and since i really believed in her... well it goes to follow that i went veggie for someone else because it just meant so much to her. i decided to just go vegan right off the bat, from bacon covered sausage burgers on steaks to grass. it sucked and was the hungriest month of my damn life. (and now with the power of hindsight i don't even think the majority of food i was eating was vegan, shitty.) i cheated a lot and went down to vegetarian and soon enough i didn't have that major reason to eat veggie and i was soon sneaking chicken and then burgers and blah blah. as soon as i was about to just call it quits on the veggie front for good i read fast food nation and i've been vegetarian since.
fig. 58ac. i've been half heartedly bitching about not being vegan and saying "oh, some day... ha ha..."
now i'm not calling myself vegan because i'm not going to be strict (like...looking up chemicals strict) but basically... I know our generation is really wishy-washy about labels (and i'm definitely including myself) but i also don't want to go around flying a vegan flag and not be 100%. I think i could move into that eventually but i think easing into veganism is the best option for me.
i'm allowing myself a goodbye to all the wonderful foodidge i will soon be missing out on. which means a giant fucking pizza from j&j's - oh how it will be missed. and reeses. and whatever else. and i have to finish off the food in my fridge that's dairy or else i'd be retarded. plus eating non-dairy is going to require a really radical change in lifestyle - you try finding non-dairy veggie friendly food in this hellhole of a mall. (please?) i have to relearn how to cook and wake up with more than 15 minutes to catch a bus so i can make my lunch beofre setting off - it's going to be freaking hard.
the good news is i already looked up a vegan bacon and cream cheez stuffed mushroom recipe. oh yes!
in all seriousness though, i'm really happy with with this. it doesn't feel like a burden (which is how i've been feeling about pretty much everything i've been doing for the past year). as hard as therapy is it's really helping me. i hated my anglo-saxon heart... i hated not caring about things.
help me be strong! if we happen upon cheese village tie me to a tree if you must! take no bribes! (something about slurping gravy)
new plan, and it's a good one. i'm breaking one of rachel's arms so she can come to the show tomorrow and then i'm buying her a 12 pack of hamms. and then? well in the spirit of punk rock she came to the conclusion that she's gonna have to punch someone in the head. i mean, it could be anybody at the show (hopefully zak) but if henry rollins did it then we (by the art of scientific logic) would be lesser if we didn't. we're also working on being fascist, much like mr. rollins, but that's a trade that needs much time and careful nurturing.
it's called ballancing the equation mother fuckers.
(you have no idea how badly i've been wanting to use that)
a brief history in the dietary habits of me to lead into a decision that i'm, strangly, super stoked about.
fig. b. when i was a wee lass of 17 there was this girl who really believed in the vegan/vegetarian cause. and since i really believed in her... well it goes to follow that i went veggie for someone else because it just meant so much to her. i decided to just go vegan right off the bat, from bacon covered sausage burgers on steaks to grass. it sucked and was the hungriest month of my damn life. (and now with the power of hindsight i don't even think the majority of food i was eating was vegan, shitty.) i cheated a lot and went down to vegetarian and soon enough i didn't have that major reason to eat veggie and i was soon sneaking chicken and then burgers and blah blah. as soon as i was about to just call it quits on the veggie front for good i read fast food nation and i've been vegetarian since.
fig. 58ac. i've been half heartedly bitching about not being vegan and saying "oh, some day... ha ha..."
now i'm not calling myself vegan because i'm not going to be strict (like...looking up chemicals strict) but basically... I know our generation is really wishy-washy about labels (and i'm definitely including myself) but i also don't want to go around flying a vegan flag and not be 100%. I think i could move into that eventually but i think easing into veganism is the best option for me.
i'm allowing myself a goodbye to all the wonderful foodidge i will soon be missing out on. which means a giant fucking pizza from j&j's - oh how it will be missed. and reeses. and whatever else. and i have to finish off the food in my fridge that's dairy or else i'd be retarded. plus eating non-dairy is going to require a really radical change in lifestyle - you try finding non-dairy veggie friendly food in this hellhole of a mall. (please?) i have to relearn how to cook and wake up with more than 15 minutes to catch a bus so i can make my lunch beofre setting off - it's going to be freaking hard.
the good news is i already looked up a vegan bacon and cream cheez stuffed mushroom recipe. oh yes!
in all seriousness though, i'm really happy with with this. it doesn't feel like a burden (which is how i've been feeling about pretty much everything i've been doing for the past year). as hard as therapy is it's really helping me. i hated my anglo-saxon heart... i hated not caring about things.
help me be strong! if we happen upon cheese village tie me to a tree if you must! take no bribes! (something about slurping gravy)