Hey guys, I don’t want that last post about being a vegetarian the first story new visitors read. Let’s talk real fast about how I’ve been visiting/catching up with old friends for the past few weeks and IT’S FUCKING AWESOME. I’m not sure I can return to my old life, we’ll see though.

Walking through NYC listening to M.I.A’s Boyz was a great experience this afternoon. It all started with hanging with Brian for a few days, then Jess Lane, Frank, Maggie Murphy and now my mom. I’ve got another 5 or 6 friends to see before the friendcation is over. WISH ME LUCK. I’ve been doing a shitty job with photos but I’ve got some, you’ll see those in the next month.

Two more days before I’m reunited with Mister (he’s been at Mark’s since May 31st and I’m missing him like crazy).

Since living up here in Massachusetts with my dad, not only have I become a healthy food eating machine, but my dad as well, and I’m so proud of us! I have gone the way of eating healthy many times before, but always with plans to eventually let the junk food back in my daily life. Now I am almost certain that shit won’t be part of my daily diet ever again. I have SO much energy today compared to four months ago, and the healthy food just tastes amazing. The other day I grilled some brussels sprouts (with olive oil, sea salt and pepper) and then sprinkled some Gruyère cheese on top, GODDAMN THAT WAS TASTY!

In January and February I was consuming frightening amounts of Pop-Tarts, Edy’s Slow Churn ice cream and those little six packs of Ritz crackers with peanut butter in between them. That shit ain’t good y’all! They all contain high fructose corn syrup, which, I don’t give a flying fuck if science has not proven HFCS to be worse than regular ol’ sugar, has absolutely no nutritional value whatsoever. The sheer fact that the land the corn is grown on to create this HFCS, could be use to grow actual edible produce instead, is enough reason for me to attempt to never consume HFCS again (but oh, there are so many more reasons I will not bore you with, just look up how exactly this shit is made). Of course this will never happen because yes, I will allow myself the occasional (probably celebrational) Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup or meal at Taco Bell, but I sure as hell do not buy anything at the supermarket with this ingredient in it. It freaks me out and it should freak you out too. If it doesn’t, fine – I’m not here to talk about that anyway.

I just want to talk a little about Mark Bittman’s book, Food Matters. My dad bought this book a few weeks ago and I’ve been randomly reading it to see what’s up. Books like this really do not apply to me because I’ve been a vegetarian for almost 10 years (TEN FUCKING YEARS!) and I have no plans on going back to my meat eating (aka chicken strips and hot dogs) ways ever again. However, I find myself reading these books and watching similar movies anyway. I guess just to educate myself so if someone ever asks, I might be able to explain to them why I do not consume food the American way. It also serves as a reminder and sometimes I learn something new.

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Just thought I should post something else so that story about my armpits isn’t up here for a whole week. Damn that Mister is cute.

When I was little my dad jokingly told me milk was cow pee and that was that, no more milk for me. I’m an adult now and I obviously know it’s not cow pee, (I knew it even back then!) still, I don’t drink milk. I’ve wondered if what he said had some sort of psychological impact on how I think of milk now, maybe if I just gave it a try I’d like it again. I just sniffed the skim milk in the fridge to see if it was still good to use in a recipe tonight; the milk was good but my stomach turned. Yep, it turns out I just think milk is fucking disgusting. Cheese? Ice cream? Yogurt? They’re all fine, but milk makes no sense whatsoever to my taste buds! Sniffing that milk made me feel like I took a big gulp of milk and swished it around my mouth. Uuugggh.

Where were Mark and I when the grass was so tall we couldn’t see the bugs, but could hear them clicking? I hear those same bugs here in Massachusetts every morning when I take Mister on our one mile woodsy graveyard walk. Maybe we were in the Badlands. If you got close enough to the grass the bugs would jump out, they were flying grasshoppers! The same flying grasshoppers are here too; I try to catch them but they are too fast. Mister tries to eat them but instead he gets two ticks and I have to tweeze them off. Boy oh boy is it satisfying to burn the ticks with a match in the bathroom sink.

Oh man, I didn’t realize I left that last weirdo post up here for so long.

Today I ruined the two artichokes and hollandaise sauce we were going to eat for dinner. I started craving Pad Thai and figured that if I had failed at that first dinner, I should reward myself by making a dinner I know I could never mess up. So I asked my dad if it was cool and he was all “Katie, you had Pad Thai once already this week.” I felt bad for a moment, maybe twice is really too much. Then I remember two summers ago when I ordered Pad Thai from Spice five times in one week. Pssh, twice aint nothin’.

I was just going to write 140 characters about how today is stinky, but I’m not sure I can fit it all. Here’s the deal:
I woke up with thoughts of work in my head so the first thing I did today was not my usual: Wake up, cuddle Mister for twenty minutes, mosey on downstairs, take Mister for a walk, open the blinds, feed Mister, eat an orange, eat some oatmeal while catching up on my Google Reader blogs AND THEN start working. Instead it went more like: Wake up from stressful dreams about a few ads I needed to make for Baristanet, sit up in bed, grab my Macbook which happened to be next to me in bed, work for two hours without eating, ignore Mister, Mister has stinky farts because he needs to poop, realize how much more work I have to do today but take an hour to call my therapist for our Monday appointment, work more.

Um, I’m not trying to complain here, in fact I was thinking about what a negative effect people’s negative tweets have on me and I am tired of it! Yet, my latest tweet is: Facebook is such a fucking waste of time, especially when someone joins the group: “Join If You Know A Ugly Girl Who Thinks Shes Hot Sh*t.” I would say that’s negativity coming out of me, so I’m no better. My favorite Twitter accounts are from people who write happy thoughts instead of “Today sucks, it’s raining, everything is stupid.” Also, today does suck and it is raining. I’m not sure if everything is stupid though. The girl who created the Facebook group “Join If You Know A Ugly Girl Who Thinks Shes Hot Sh*t.” sure is stupid – it should be AN bitch, not A, before Ugly. Wait, should it? Are words that start with a U exempt from the an/vowel rule? What about if it’s not the “you” sounding U?

Anyway, there is no point to this post, just how I like my blog posts to be.

Last night, after playing a few games of Bejeweled on my iPhone before bed (a surefire way to get me to sleep if I’m feeling antsy), I took off my sweater and knocked a glass of water off my nightstand with my sleeve. I decided it would be best to just fall asleep instead of going to get more water. My reasoning was a) I might wake my senses up too much if I hopped out of my warm bed and walked all the way downstairs to pour a glass of Brita’d water; b) That way at 8am in the morning, when I’m so thirsty I can’t stand it anymore, I’d have to run downstairs, get the water, and my body/mind would be so awake I couldn’t sleep anymore. This was my plan to break my sleeping-in-late cycle.

At 8am when my alarm went off, I got up to pee, swished around what little saliva was left in my mouth and decided I’d be good for another hour of rest. Instead I slept until 11:30, thirsty as hell. Then when I woke up from that evil sleep (the kind of sleep where you sleep so long now your body feels weak, like you’ll never be able to get out of bed), I checked my email, Twitter and Facebook on my iPhone for another twenty minutes. At 11:50 I got out of bed, walked downstairs, and finally poured myself that glass of water I’d be in need of for hours.

After walking Mister, I went upstairs to get my Macbook from my bedroom so I could write this post (I couldn’t think of a way to fit into a single tweet, so it’s a blog post instead). On my way up I saw my real glass of water on the dresser outside my bedroom, where I had left it when I needed an extra hand to open the bedroom door last night. The glass of water I knocked over with my sweater sleeve was my water from the night before. So that means, all I had to do at 8am was peak outside my bedroom door to see the glass of water and I would have been all good. Instead I was so thirsty, when I was reading my emails on my iPhone in the morning, my eyes were dry, which I linked with the fact that my mouth was so dry. Why am I so lazy that I’m willing to go thirsty for twelve hours straight?

I rarely have favorites. People always say stuff like “Oh, John Lennon is my favorite Beatle” or “So and so is my favorite character on that TV show”. I don’t have a favorite Beatle, I like them all for different reasons! I like everyone on that TV show, because without all those other characters to interact with, that character who is your favorite wouldn’t be much. I don’t have a favorite color because I like all the colors! Without all the other colors, your favorite color wouldn’t look the way it looks now. The exception to this would be foods, I sure as hell have favorite foods. Favorite breakfast food? Eggs motherfucking Benedict, but you already knew that. Favorite ice cream? Chocolate with peanut butter. Favorite Thai dish? My homemade Pad Thai, which I’m about to spend an hour making tonight and then pigging out on. While in a food coma from all its saucy, spicy goodness, I’mma watch some Lost (which is not my favorite television show, but it is one of my favorites).

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Tonight Mister & I went on chatroulette.com for the first time. WOW! THIS IS THE INTERNET ACCORDING TO 1998! Seriously though, I think we’re finally in the future. How it works: Your webcam pops up in the bottom screen, a random stranger’s webcam pops up in the top screen, and there you both are, looking at each other from anywhere in the world, feeling awkward. You can refresh the chat to find a new stranger by clicking the “Next” button at the top. Many people left the chat once they saw Mister come up, but people looking for a good time stayed. So I had Mister do some tricks for those who hung around; cream cheese was involved and it’s covering his bottom lip in this picture. When a cat popped up, I screeched with joy.

We talked to a guy named Evan from Kansas for about a minute or two, our longest convo of the evening. Goodnight!