"but where can i find taste-of-dog, madman?!"
taste-of-dog can be found in many places in the woods. but at home, you can find it in in iron supplement tablets, multi-enzyme pills, a duck-soup pot now soaking in water, or in an occasional bad beer. taste-of-dog is a world-renowned flavour, and is used in many dishes, but is mainly used in Hungarian cooking. in china, taste-of-dog is often added to chow chowder, where a little extra bite is needed.
THE DAY: watched UGLY BETTY when I got home - it went on forever. A lot of GUYS simply express complete confusion as to what UGLY BETTY is supposed to mean. I don't particularly know what UGLY BETTY means, but I get it. it's about los angelos glamour - gays, latinos, rich liberal art-snob ad execs - UGLY BETTY is supposed to be a gay icon or something. and yet it doesn't make sense. but i find it strangely watchable when i don't receive NBC and i want to believe i'm having fun watching 30 rock.
i spent $260 on groceries today, plus a $150 deposit into an account to cover a by-mail grocery order from http://www.azurestandard.com. i was at the bank for a while, being serviced by this latino girl with a classic long Spanish face. i fought through her headache and somehow pleased her. after the library and Subway and the bus station, i saw a girl i though was cute so i made a note to myself to stalk her sometime. then i went into a jewelry store and went around in circles with the owner, trying to order some pure silver wire. when i was leaving, i said,"HE'S a lot of fun," and the girl there laughed and knew exactly what i meant. for some reason,it seemslike the only people i am able to communicate with is cute girls. i guess that, despite the depression, they must still keep their minds open to potential mates. then i went to another bank and did some stuff, talked a lot to a hispanic teller guy. hispanic teller girl popped in and tried to own the conversation, but i pummeled her into the ground with my quick wit and large wooden penis. then i went to the supermarket...
i had two giant cartloads of food. for that brief moment in time, i was the most important person there. but i paid it no never mind. however, one cute girl was catching my eye as she cleaned salmonella from behind the veggie shelves. she was blond, hair all done up like i dunno like it was an additional BEING. but i don't want a highschool beauty queen - i have too many worries for that. she was laughing with some other employee - prolly cuz they know me from a year ago when i shopped there and was serviced by a sweet young manager and then drunk-dialed her later that night - and never returned again on weekends for shame.
there are two conflicting themes in my life - which are impossible. i am lonely for a hot interesting cool companion. i have too many troubles, mainly illness, that will never allow that to be.
ok - so i laughed around with a bagger guy and then caught a cab VAN home and laughed around with a 100% pure black guy. then my big black dog thanked me for all the rotisserie chicken. i didn't have any. i had a beer. it tastes like dog.