I’m a vegetarian now. I was reading Gandhi’s Wikipedia page and decided I wanted to follow his diet. I’m basically living the same life he did: strict abstinence, dirt poor, believer in non-violence and disrupter of government policy, so why not give up meat? I really don’t care if the animals I used to eat were ever in pain. I don’t care about the morals. And I’m not trying to convert you, so don’t get upset when I tell you I don’t eat meat anymore. You can call me a pussy if you want.
Moving into the newly and beautifully furnished apartment deep in the ghetto of Baltimore on Monday. No more squatting in the dorm. It was fun while it lasted. Now I have to take up more serious pursuits like reading the Bible, the Quar’an, the Bhagavad Gita, buying some painting supplies to articulate my ennui in a productive manner, meditate some more and play some jazz records.
UB for my Masters in the Fall ‘10. Looking forward to that, actually. Living with my brother for a year.
Good grades at UB equal acceptance into PhD program in the sunny state of California. If I can get into a UC school (Santa Barbara, anyone?), I’ll probably just move out there and work towards my PhD until I die. Sitting on the Pacific coast just drinking tea in a lawn chair, watching the sun go down forever.
Sounds good?
I obviously didn’t go to France. I didn’t go to South Korea.
I came back to Baltimore. What is in Baltimore? A good fucking time, that’s what. That’s good enough for right now.
Oh yeah, I was an abortionist for Halloween. That explains the bloody coat hanger. The toes? Well, I found the toes on the ground in a bar, and I put them on.
A five toed bigfoot abortionist. Top that.
