Friday, June 23, 2006
AWWWWWWWWW SHIT
Shit niggers.
I'm totally pumped about this blog, and unlike people into Ayn Rand, plan on posting regularly. The, you shall not be alone in your AIDS. For I have AIDS too and will be talking about it every day. We will have AIDS together. We will buttfuck without condoms but it will be OK because we both have AIDS. I will snuggle you in my KS covered arms as we die together of a strain of pneumonia usually only seen in transplant patients. We will do poppers and crystal meth. It will be TEH AWESOMEST! OMFG!
Yesterday:
Lunch:
Intense fucking soul food consisting of:
1 Sweet Tea
1 Chicken Leg smothered in Gravy
Collard Greens
Potatoe Salad (that's how the restaurant spelled it!!!)
1 cup of really fatty Chicken Noodle Soup
1 small salad with Creamy Italian dressing
Bread Pudding
Did I mention that I got all this food for $7.50 (not counting the beverage). If you want to go, it's this restaurant in the Village called The Pink Teacup. It's a soul food joint. On Grove St. near Bleeker, I think. I highly recommend it--it actually manages to make the Village suck slightly less.
While I was trying to shit the soul food out today, I discovered that my usual "UNH" wasn't working. So I sang a little ditty and things started flowing just fine. It goes a little something like this:
"MAKE 'EM SAY UNH, UNH, NA NA NA NA, NA NA NA NA"
Anyway,
Dinner:
1 BBQ Pulled Pork Sub with cheese
Other:
1 Bottle Diet Coke
1 Red Bean Bubble Tea
Copious amounts of water
1/2 gram of Marijuana
2 12 oz. cans of PBR
15? Cigarettes
Did I mention I'm a fucking power smoker? I'm like fucking West Virginia. I give my apartment Acid Rain from all the smoking I do.
That was an awesome day. I had the best fucking lunch ever, got a speeding ticket (which I plan on using to clog up the legal system), and got to walk around Boston with a friend of mine who was in town to MEET MEMBERS OF HIS ESTRANGED FAMILY. We spent like 2 hours walking around boston at 1AM. While high as balls. Yeah!
So.... today:
Dinner:
This requires some explanation. There's this fucking awesome restaurant in Boston that's a Brazillian all you can eat place where you pay by the pound. It's amazing. They have lots of meat and it's fucking cheap. So...
Rice and Beans
Assorted veggies
Collared Greens
1 small piece ham and cheese lasagna
1 pork sausage
6 chicken hearts (CHICKEN HEARTS GIVE ME SATANIC POWER BECAUSE THEY ARE SO DELICIOUS)
2 small pieces of chicken, wrapped in bacon
Assorted Fruit
Flan
I'd estimate this meal had probably as many calories and fat as a large big mac meal. I'm fucking PACKED FULL OF PROTEIN right now, so I'm going to snort some creatine.
Those fucking mud people sure know how to eat. And how to play soccer.
Other
6 chocolate chip cookies (homemade, with extra LUV. BAKING PARTY. I'm not talking like tube homemade, I'm talking scratch--flour, sugar, butter, etc. Real Men Bake)
15? Cigarettes
1/2 gram Marijuana
Copious amounts of water.
Notes:
I fucking eat a lot. Because eating is awesome. Fast food is boring, eating should be a fucking adventure. Frozen food sucks too. So does anything in a box. It's all about blowing your mind. Which is why living in a city is awesome. Maybe I'll go shop at the Russian food mart tomorrow. And there's a store that sells Kimchi by the gallon--I can shit Asian Dragon Fire.
For the record, my job schedule is totally schitzo. I wont work for a week at a time, then I'll have to travel somewhere or something weird. I also mostly work weekends, so I end up sleeping until 4 most of the time, taking me directly into dinner. ROCK.
Obviously, I'm really into food. Food is great. If I had to choose between shitty food and good sex or shitty sex and good food for the rest of my life, I'd choose shitty sex and good food. Whenever I tell people this they say something they think is really witty, like, "HUH HUH HUH. YOU MUST BE HAVING SOME TEH PRETTY BAD SEX." To which I reply, "YOU MUST BE EATING SOME PRETTY TEH SHITTY FOOD, N0oB." It's pretty clear that I eat too damn much, but I don't give a shit. At least I'm getting fruits and vegetables, which is more than I can say for everyone else in club HIVAIDS.
I came to the decision that I'd rather die younger and still be able to eat, smoke, inhale, or inject whatever I want. Figure I'll be going at 65 instead of 75. Big fucking whoop--those years are spent rotting in some nursing home with a catheter jammed up your bladder while your relatives make polite visits and hope that you'll hurry up and die.
I have guests in town, so my guess is this weekend's entries will be pretty intense, hopefully LSD and Cocaine intense, which means I'll be eating lots of Twizzlers.
I'm totally pumped about this blog, and unlike people into Ayn Rand, plan on posting regularly. The, you shall not be alone in your AIDS. For I have AIDS too and will be talking about it every day. We will have AIDS together. We will buttfuck without condoms but it will be OK because we both have AIDS. I will snuggle you in my KS covered arms as we die together of a strain of pneumonia usually only seen in transplant patients. We will do poppers and crystal meth. It will be TEH AWESOMEST! OMFG!
Yesterday:
Lunch:
Intense fucking soul food consisting of:
1 Sweet Tea
1 Chicken Leg smothered in Gravy
Collard Greens
Potatoe Salad (that's how the restaurant spelled it!!!)
1 cup of really fatty Chicken Noodle Soup
1 small salad with Creamy Italian dressing
Bread Pudding
Did I mention that I got all this food for $7.50 (not counting the beverage). If you want to go, it's this restaurant in the Village called The Pink Teacup. It's a soul food joint. On Grove St. near Bleeker, I think. I highly recommend it--it actually manages to make the Village suck slightly less.
While I was trying to shit the soul food out today, I discovered that my usual "UNH" wasn't working. So I sang a little ditty and things started flowing just fine. It goes a little something like this:
"MAKE 'EM SAY UNH, UNH, NA NA NA NA, NA NA NA NA"
Anyway,
Dinner:
1 BBQ Pulled Pork Sub with cheese
Other:
1 Bottle Diet Coke
1 Red Bean Bubble Tea
Copious amounts of water
1/2 gram of Marijuana
2 12 oz. cans of PBR
15? Cigarettes
Did I mention I'm a fucking power smoker? I'm like fucking West Virginia. I give my apartment Acid Rain from all the smoking I do.
That was an awesome day. I had the best fucking lunch ever, got a speeding ticket (which I plan on using to clog up the legal system), and got to walk around Boston with a friend of mine who was in town to MEET MEMBERS OF HIS ESTRANGED FAMILY. We spent like 2 hours walking around boston at 1AM. While high as balls. Yeah!
So.... today:
Dinner:
This requires some explanation. There's this fucking awesome restaurant in Boston that's a Brazillian all you can eat place where you pay by the pound. It's amazing. They have lots of meat and it's fucking cheap. So...
Rice and Beans
Assorted veggies
Collared Greens
1 small piece ham and cheese lasagna
1 pork sausage
6 chicken hearts (CHICKEN HEARTS GIVE ME SATANIC POWER BECAUSE THEY ARE SO DELICIOUS)
2 small pieces of chicken, wrapped in bacon
Assorted Fruit
Flan
I'd estimate this meal had probably as many calories and fat as a large big mac meal. I'm fucking PACKED FULL OF PROTEIN right now, so I'm going to snort some creatine.
Those fucking mud people sure know how to eat. And how to play soccer.
Other
6 chocolate chip cookies (homemade, with extra LUV. BAKING PARTY. I'm not talking like tube homemade, I'm talking scratch--flour, sugar, butter, etc. Real Men Bake)
15? Cigarettes
1/2 gram Marijuana
Copious amounts of water.
Notes:
I fucking eat a lot. Because eating is awesome. Fast food is boring, eating should be a fucking adventure. Frozen food sucks too. So does anything in a box. It's all about blowing your mind. Which is why living in a city is awesome. Maybe I'll go shop at the Russian food mart tomorrow. And there's a store that sells Kimchi by the gallon--I can shit Asian Dragon Fire.
For the record, my job schedule is totally schitzo. I wont work for a week at a time, then I'll have to travel somewhere or something weird. I also mostly work weekends, so I end up sleeping until 4 most of the time, taking me directly into dinner. ROCK.
Obviously, I'm really into food. Food is great. If I had to choose between shitty food and good sex or shitty sex and good food for the rest of my life, I'd choose shitty sex and good food. Whenever I tell people this they say something they think is really witty, like, "HUH HUH HUH. YOU MUST BE HAVING SOME TEH PRETTY BAD SEX." To which I reply, "YOU MUST BE EATING SOME PRETTY TEH SHITTY FOOD, N0oB." It's pretty clear that I eat too damn much, but I don't give a shit. At least I'm getting fruits and vegetables, which is more than I can say for everyone else in club HIVAIDS.
I came to the decision that I'd rather die younger and still be able to eat, smoke, inhale, or inject whatever I want. Figure I'll be going at 65 instead of 75. Big fucking whoop--those years are spent rotting in some nursing home with a catheter jammed up your bladder while your relatives make polite visits and hope that you'll hurry up and die.
I have guests in town, so my guess is this weekend's entries will be pretty intense, hopefully LSD and Cocaine intense, which means I'll be eating lots of Twizzlers.
# posted by Michael W. Sherman @ 2:34 AM 
