Stepped in dog poo five minutes ago. Changing it up from the vomit, looks like. Thanks, guys!
Took a 3 oz. shot of straight up wheatgrass juice this morning, felt like 5 prenatals on an empty stomach. OOf!
Later, ran 7 miles. Not hard. Holding back a little bit for the weekend winter run.
No crappy food since the day after Thanksgiving. Haven't died. People were worried. We're changed only in that we feel happier about everything. Like, say, I stepped in dog poo five minutes ago and didn't write a Facebook status about how that's a sign of the universe telling me what it thinks of me.
It's just poo.
Happy on that level.
The 'shit happens' mentality.
My other pal--same diet--said to me, "I'm never going back." We should get tattoos. I feel like we survived heroin together. It's nice having a friend who knows you don't turn into a crusty looking freak (beyond the usual) after making this commitment. A couple more months of this and I'm expecting 'could give a shit' impenetrability.
Too preachy.
Snow's lovely outside.
My first kombucha's a week out from being done. Smells like kombucha under the cabinets. I'm so fascinated by the "mothers". They're like pet jellyfish that don't move and smell like vinegar ...So, like dead jellyfish I keep preserved in a jar. Pet dead jellyfish in jars. Adorable. I rub their glass jars every day.
Once Tom finishes my office, I'm going to have a cabinet filled with floating cultures in jars.
Why did I waste so much time reading Cosmo? I should have been growing things in jars all along.
My hair smells fantastic. I got that shampoo with the carrot extract. *sniff* Whatever it takes, man.
Hawaii Five-0 needs to stop doing reruns.
Dropkick Murphys can't get here fast enough!!
Super Bowl excitement. I'd get it too if we knew Peyton was coming back next year. One football to the face for everyone calling him old. If I can still throw a football, he can! Bastards.
Currently reading: The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss. Also....Just Kids by Patti Smith, Unbroken by Laura Hillenbrand, Brew Like a Monk by Stan Hieronymus, On Painting by Leon Battista Alberti, Herbal Antibiotics by Stephen Buhner, Wild Fermentation by Sandor Ellix Katz, and The Herbal Lore of Wise Women and Wortcunners by Wolf D. Storl.
Next time someone asks me what I do, I'm gonna say "Wortcunner."
If you're a Facebook friend, you know I've got a crush on the Wheatgrass Trucker.
Wishing I could go see The Descendants and Warhorse, but everyone I'd go with's afraid they'll cry.
Currently drinking (right this second): Teavana's white chai w/ ginseng vitality.
2012.
NOT gonna let it be 2008.
So.
I'm a land pirate.
Wortcunning land pirate waiting on her heirloom seed catalogs, excited about a lot of good things.
Most of them involving mud or sweat.
Hugs and kisses.
Punk out to The Meanest Times if all other coping mechanisms are failing.
p.s. For Valentine's, send Endangered Species Chocolate. Pick wants to save the dolphins. I'm just glad they don't enslave kids. (Another Facebook rant you mighta missed.) Jack can eat the vegan chocolate, as milk chocolate's out for the lad these days, so... this is me endorsing Endangered Species Chocolate for the ones you love.
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