what sort of half-wit eats a fake meat/mustard sandwich on sesame-seed bread before going to bed? me, that’s who. with a big glass of grape juice to boot.
it’s like i’m just asking to be fat. in my mind i’m still an emaciated little post-adolescent vegan. but in my metabolism i’m an adult with a penchant for sandwiches at 4 in the morning. i need to face facts…although i’m still a vegan i’m not the skinny little waif that i once was…how sad. i liked being a skinny little waif. i’m still not at the ‘normal’ weight for my height, but i’m getting there. how can i feel all self-righteous and judgemental if i’m ‘normal’? oh the indignity of it all…
and i love my digital camera. first off: no film, so no gelatin.
that’s good. i used to avoid buying film cos it contains gelatin. and the digital camera is so cool, you can take 40 pictures and then delete the crummy ones (which in my case are most of them). i’m still figuring out how to download the pics onto my laptop.
then i can share some of them with you. i have a picture of the 90,000 people at slane castle, that’s pretty cool. and a nice picture of me in my ‘black flag’ t-shirt looking like a complete and utter simpleton.
ok, when i figure out how to download the photos i’ll start posting them on the site.
good night (or morning,)
moby