coffee dissapointment
a stabalizing force tThere's no shwag coffee creamers on the store shelves that are just good old fashioned sugary hygrogenated oil and 25 other wretched ingredients. No. today everything is either "LOW CARB" (splenda-gag) or "FAT FREE" *cough hurl*
So the second much wiser choice is good old soy creamer and honey...but see since this is SECOND choice, the soy creamer has plenty of time to age and turn into chunky soy sludge. And there we are with Jesse going back to the store to buy ANYTHING he can find that isn't fat free or sugar free or Atkins this or blah blah. I find it extremely irritating that it's nearly impossible to buy food that isn't diet anymore. I'm waiting for the GMO apples to be splenda injected...grrr.
So since it's the new year and I have no real vices left, I'm now attempting a moderating curve. No more strangle hold radical extremist fundament. Someday when I grow up, I wanna be the the quiet, wise one chuckling in the corner. (So shutup about the international delight coffee creamer already.)
I went to see the opera Carmen last nite. It was pretty amazing. I haven't been to this sort of thing since Les Miserables in Vienna 15 years ago. (oh that sounded rather pretentious.) I've been to the ballet several times, but it was never this spingling, hair standing, glass shattering, sort of thrill. (At the new McCaw hall even.)I'm longing for the soundtrack, but that always leads to passion escaping my mouth in dire crashing dying cats fashion. It's a sickening mangle of art on my part. my false setto french isn't good for my plants, neighbors or child. Thus far I've managed to suppress my yearning. oh god I almost forgot, the OLIVES! During the intermission I found the most glorius treat. A wine glass half full of an array of olives in olive oil. I snatched a glass right away and sat devouring my treasured hold-me-over. I had wine, the olives, the napkin-Thank Odd!!! but no bread. I kept almost wrecking my delicious snack with my greedy little "if only I had a loaf to tear from. hmmm panicetta, to dunk...if only" but then I'd get a hold of myself and realize my current state of priviledge. no I didn't drink the olive oil, I just left it there rich and dark in the bottom, crying out for bread. I returned it to the rightful owner who would be throwing it out. but all in all- the olives impressed me nearly as much as Carmen. (what? I was hungry.)
I'm hungry today too. So far I've had toast with turkey, a honeybell orange(hmm so sweet), a hardboiled egg, tea, and part of a muffin.
And yes there has been much drama, heartache, and gnashing of teeth the last couple days. I'll refrain from going there. I'm sick of talking/thinking about it. Besides I'm finding sex to be hat may just carry us through the upcoming hellfire...
So the second much wiser choice is good old soy creamer and honey...but see since this is SECOND choice, the soy creamer has plenty of time to age and turn into chunky soy sludge. And there we are with Jesse going back to the store to buy ANYTHING he can find that isn't fat free or sugar free or Atkins this or blah blah. I find it extremely irritating that it's nearly impossible to buy food that isn't diet anymore. I'm waiting for the GMO apples to be splenda injected...grrr.
So since it's the new year and I have no real vices left, I'm now attempting a moderating curve. No more strangle hold radical extremist fundament. Someday when I grow up, I wanna be the the quiet, wise one chuckling in the corner. (So shutup about the international delight coffee creamer already.)
I went to see the opera Carmen last nite. It was pretty amazing. I haven't been to this sort of thing since Les Miserables in Vienna 15 years ago. (oh that sounded rather pretentious.) I've been to the ballet several times, but it was never this spingling, hair standing, glass shattering, sort of thrill. (At the new McCaw hall even.)I'm longing for the soundtrack, but that always leads to passion escaping my mouth in dire crashing dying cats fashion. It's a sickening mangle of art on my part. my false setto french isn't good for my plants, neighbors or child. Thus far I've managed to suppress my yearning. oh god I almost forgot, the OLIVES! During the intermission I found the most glorius treat. A wine glass half full of an array of olives in olive oil. I snatched a glass right away and sat devouring my treasured hold-me-over. I had wine, the olives, the napkin-Thank Odd!!! but no bread. I kept almost wrecking my delicious snack with my greedy little "if only I had a loaf to tear from. hmmm panicetta, to dunk...if only" but then I'd get a hold of myself and realize my current state of priviledge. no I didn't drink the olive oil, I just left it there rich and dark in the bottom, crying out for bread. I returned it to the rightful owner who would be throwing it out. but all in all- the olives impressed me nearly as much as Carmen. (what? I was hungry.)
I'm hungry today too. So far I've had toast with turkey, a honeybell orange(hmm so sweet), a hardboiled egg, tea, and part of a muffin.
And yes there has been much drama, heartache, and gnashing of teeth the last couple days. I'll refrain from going there. I'm sick of talking/thinking about it. Besides I'm finding sex to be hat may just carry us through the upcoming hellfire...