Today, Kiko and I crashed a Luau party at a fancy hotel by the water, which was hilarious because we were not at all dressed for the occasion! Kiko said the grody-looking bartender was trying to get me loaded, but I think said bartender was trying to get him super loaded too so he could have his dirty way with both of us in the alley. Man was that guy sketch. Effing OB hippys. Anyway I love the way Hawaiian dances flow. All the while I was stuffing myself on cheese squares with pineapple mmmmm :Dv In the evening I ran about 3or 4 miles, which felt amazing. Now that summer is finally here, running is not unlike having a sauna. Super exfoliating
Then I had eggs for dinner. Have been craving protein like mad lately. When one is vegetarian, I think it is important to know how to listen to one's body. Mine has apparently put me forcibly on the Atkins diet. It is like Natalia you fatass. Sort yourself out!! I seriously admire vegans in this respect, by the way, because I do not know if I could make it living on nuts and soymilk all the time. Within a week I would be jonesing for a big hunk of Madrigal with apple slices and table wine.
I know a lot of vegans, but surprisingly few vegetarians. Sometimes I get asked for my reasons, and I find that these reasons are not directly proportional to animal cuteness but rather to the disgusting state of the American meat industry. If you've ever driven the 5 from Los Angeles to San Francisco and passed the slaughterhouses, you may understand what I am getting at. The very land thereabouts feels poisoned, you know? You sense it in your stomach ugh
My friends are all, yeah that is so fucking revolting man, now let's pull over here and forget our troubles with a double-double. >:E Let me just mention here the beauty of California's In-n-Out Burger chain, which will do grilled cheese without batting an eye. I recall Franz Ferdinand's Alex Kapranos writing in his exotic dining memoirs that In-n-Out boasts one of the two best burgers he has tasted in his life. (The other was in Tokyo so) He would return to his home in Gloucestershire and find a wrapper with that palm tree pattern in his luggage, and he would pine.
Because at times I feel that I can better relate to ladies and dudes online than in the outside world, to all the vegetarians on the reader list, how and why have you come to be vegetarian? I grew up spending summers in the Russian countryside -- dacha is the literal term -- and I remember watching my great-uncle using an axe to chop off the heads of his chickens on a tree stump in the back yard. The chickens tasted decent. There is something terribly organic about raising an animal and participating in its journey to slaughter. Maybe if I had a little lamb, or cow, that I raised with my own hands and funds... but then I would probs pussy out from doing the deed, jesus
The other night I got taken out to Tacos el Gordo, a place near the border popular for its tacos obv. In the (subjectively corrupted) spirit of Buddhist traveling, I tried a lenga taco. It was OK, but later I barfed. Wasn't that I was having a major sickness thing, I just felt awful having meat in my stomach. I kept thinking of the place that meat had come from. I couldn't bear it! My mom maintains that vegetarianism is just a phase of privileged youth, lol, but at this moment I am seriously doubting whether I could ever go back to eating animal muscle tissue. I just don't crave it. The texture is gross, and the the taste is sooo not worth the hassle.
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