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This is what it could look like when one completely deconstructs a life as one knows it, and how to build from the ground up. Alternatively, this is a fresh look at an old story. The fine art of falling apart.

Going Veg

grocery list
Originally uploaded by
Abstract Magdalene.

Bean sprouts cost 66 cents a pound. I think I bought a pound and a half. They are for the 'asian' cooking that I pretend I know how to do. Pick favourite vegetables and throw in pan, stir fry, salt, eat. That's my idea of Gish's asian cooking.

Since I decided to go vegetarian, the grocery store mocks me with it's juicy chicken thighs and hunks of spare ribs. Why are they called 'spare'? I'm sure this has been answered somewhere else in this world's history. Everyone laughs at me when I tell them I just can't eat meat right now. Go ahead, laugh. I don't have any concrete reasons for why, it just turns my stomach when I think about what's on my plate, was a living breathing thing not so long ago.

My sister (a reformed Veg) tells me to eat fish. Ugh, another thing I don't like. So I buy some of the really bad captain highliner stuff to ease myself into it. That, and I don't know how to cook real fish so that I don't barf when I try to eat it.

You know, next week it could be something different. I may decide to give up food altogether and try a liquid diet. Or just decide to eat breakfast cereal until I get sick of it. God knows I change my mind like the weather.

Is it bed time, yet?

p.s I love you, Craig. Feel better soon.

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