Let's take a minute to discuss eating disorders...
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I love food. I do not take this subject matter lightly. Am an elitist asshole when it comes to what I put on my plate. My friends think I'm stupid because I refuse to recognize the value of "two for $4" pepperoni pizzas sold by the Russian guy out of the faded Ford Escort. I spend a large chunk of my annual income on what I eat.
To the short sighted, food is merely something that goes in one end and out the other. Something to simply pacify the sharp pain in the abdomen every couple of hours. I personally feel that food might possibly by one of the greatest things in life akin to sex, or maybe warm socks right out of the dryer.
I spent a good portion of the weekend inundated with some absolutely wonderful food. Hamachi nigiri, and a special maki from the awesome chef at my local sushi bar Friday night. Followed up by wine tasting all Saturday in Sonoma, coupled with an amazing mushroom penne at an outdoor Italian bistro. All together rounded out with a trip to one of my favorite Mexican restaurants on the way to the tattoo shop Sunday morning. Fresh hand rolled tortillas first thing in the morning are to die for....
As I sit here, back in my seat at work. I feel strangely similar to how Scott Weiland might feel in a rehab clinic. Forced into exile from the very substance that I live for. I have been know to starve myself purely because I dislike the food that is readily available to me. As is the case right now. Patiently waiting for the moment to arrive were I can indulge myself in culinary delight once again. A junkie who needs his fix. Incapable of ceding to the pleas of the fast food industry, and the convenience of pre-proccesed foods.
I need the pure stuff god damn it! And if I find out that there's any cut... the dealers gonna get it!
Any favorite foods that you would admittedly kill for?
In serious news.. my angel tattoo is one step closer to world domination.
*cue afterschool special intro music*
I love food. I do not take this subject matter lightly. Am an elitist asshole when it comes to what I put on my plate. My friends think I'm stupid because I refuse to recognize the value of "two for $4" pepperoni pizzas sold by the Russian guy out of the faded Ford Escort. I spend a large chunk of my annual income on what I eat.
To the short sighted, food is merely something that goes in one end and out the other. Something to simply pacify the sharp pain in the abdomen every couple of hours. I personally feel that food might possibly by one of the greatest things in life akin to sex, or maybe warm socks right out of the dryer.
I spent a good portion of the weekend inundated with some absolutely wonderful food. Hamachi nigiri, and a special maki from the awesome chef at my local sushi bar Friday night. Followed up by wine tasting all Saturday in Sonoma, coupled with an amazing mushroom penne at an outdoor Italian bistro. All together rounded out with a trip to one of my favorite Mexican restaurants on the way to the tattoo shop Sunday morning. Fresh hand rolled tortillas first thing in the morning are to die for....
As I sit here, back in my seat at work. I feel strangely similar to how Scott Weiland might feel in a rehab clinic. Forced into exile from the very substance that I live for. I have been know to starve myself purely because I dislike the food that is readily available to me. As is the case right now. Patiently waiting for the moment to arrive were I can indulge myself in culinary delight once again. A junkie who needs his fix. Incapable of ceding to the pleas of the fast food industry, and the convenience of pre-proccesed foods.
I need the pure stuff god damn it! And if I find out that there's any cut... the dealers gonna get it!
Any favorite foods that you would admittedly kill for?
In serious news.. my angel tattoo is one step closer to world domination.
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alyk:
yeah, the acne was the first thing I noticed...so hot...go here
alyk:
do you remember that afterschool special about bulimia staring a young calista flockhart? she tried to hid it from her parents by vomitting in tupperware containers that she stored under her bed...
