It's an interesting phenomenon though. An associate of mine at work pointed out how bassackwards my current beliefs re: excersize and health were from just two months ago. I just sort of shrugged it off, but in retrospect, I think mostly it was all fear of lambosity in ways. In the end, well.. it was interesting while it happened at least.
Now that doesn't mean I can't meet you all for a beer you realize, a beer or two won't hurt, but no more liquor of my choosing in the house for me. Of course I have to add of my choosing because I do realize that others in my household are still going to be buying and drinking, and I'm really okay with that.
Heh, let's see... I quit smoking, started excersizing, and now I've quit drinking. Hell, I even eat romaine lettuce with yellow peppers on it for lunch every day and call it a "salad". Shit... I'm gonna have to start being an arrogant prick now aren't I? Well, I still have to draw the line somewhere.. I will NOT be eating tofu... or giving up snorting heroin for that matter... no way no how.
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I was a very picky eater as a kid. I grew up dirt po' (Prole 4 Life... word.), so my foodstuffs choices were severely limited. For example. One of my favorite dishes as a kid was croutons slathered with French dressing. Later, I had taste enough to upgrade to garlic croutons.
Hell, I didn't even like Chicken until I was 12 or so. I ate it if it was in something I liked (like homemade chicken and dumplings), but mostly I was a macaroni and cheese/green bean kid. Luckily my tastes and openness have changed since then, but it seems really odd to me that I've never even eaten a peach.
Not metaphorically of course... you know.. that I've done.
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Speaking of childhoods and whatnot, I'd love to go back into friend's, family's and certain DJ's childhoods to observe. I wouldn't interfere as I would not want to change who they are now, but I'd be most curious as to what I would've thought of them as kids, even from the perspective of being a child myself.
One of these days I'm gonna build that time machine and then I'm gonna... erase this sentence since in the future it would've caused a cataclysmic war as I've recently been informed by me.
It's nice that I've always got my back like that.
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Today's playlist so far looks like this if you're curious:
Blur - Out Of Time
Marcy Playground - Wave Motion Gun
Guided By Voices - Motor Away
Self - Pattycake
Elvis Costello - Let Him Dangle
Wagon Christ - Tally Ho!
Pavement - ...And Carrot Rope
Booker T. - Green Onions
A Perfect Circle - The Hollow
Wu-Tang Clan - Method Man
Massive Attack - Inertia Creeps
These weren't picked by me in order, no, they were assigned... by FATE! There's a message there (insert rogerborg statement: "Yes, and that message is that you're a neophyte pseudo-indie loving cunt"), but it takes waaaaay more wankery than I feel like writing this morning.
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So that's it for now. I'm just going to spend the rest of the morn sitting here riddled with leftover pangs of Catholic guilt I thought I dropped loooong ago. :P Damn nuns.. they beat it into with those rulers.. that and the latin... fuckin' latin.
The marks have been made, mistakes are being corrected... that is all. BLEEP.
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