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Not Acceptable

I had to get my own burrito. *sigh*

If I ask John to get me a burrito, he doesn't think chipotle, he thinks i'll pick one up at the gas station. Dusty, would say, 'you want two spoons of guac, right?' I'd be like, 'yeah'. *sigh*

So, I was cranky cranky hawk, seeing as my fever comes and goes. I need to get a thermometer. Not to take temperatures, but to prevent fevers. You see, when I had a thermometer, I never needed one.

I was saying, I was cranky cranky and ended up buying John some backlava for basically ripping his head off instead of trying to put something 'correctly' about how I don't want to 'promise' something that I already avidly work on. I think when people say, "promise me... this, or that" they really mean, "what you are doing now isn't good enough". Maybe that's just my interpretation. But being sick. I have no patience for measured responses.

I am into a lot of psycho babble and what not, but I am coming to a realization that I may, in fact, not like it. Probably because before it was all about hugging trees and getting in touch with yourself, etc etc. Now, it's like "Let's be psychologically correct" which is basically PC, but just mentally speaking.

Did that make any sense?

Anyhow. Sometimes I just want a straight up 'fuck you' or 'fuck off' or 'your daft'or 'you're off your rocker' or something other than something that sounds like a forced contrivance, not to mention condescending.

See what I mean by cranky cranky?

And to add another whine to all of this, I'm nearly out of tea tree oil ointment. Which has been the only thing saving my poor lips and nose from being razor sore.

Anyhow. I went to Chipotle, They made my burrito, and next thing you know, the woman says to me, " I'm sorry ma'am, but we're out of guacamole."

Not
Acceptable

I closed my eyes and began counting to ten. I was at two or three when the manager said that some would be made in five minutes.

"I can wait five minutes."

The woman behind me raised enough ruckus for the both of us. She went on and on for the five minutes that I was there. I smiled.

Then, i got the backlava for John. Then a beacon appeared. A healthfood store. Rock on. I picked up some Red Star Nutritional yeast. Which I was suprised to find is a vegan supplement and supposedly tasty and good way to get fiber, protein, and the ever elusive B-vitamins. AND has a 'cheesy' taste. Interesting. But I'll be the judge of that. I imagine that I will like it on Potatoes and or rice mixed in w/ a wee bit of olive oil.

new things, new things... so excited.

So, I was going to get a pound of the stuff, but that was too much bulk wise. Not too expensive, just would take up too much room in my cabinet.

Speaking of new things...I tried my new vitamin drink (as opposed to vitamin supplements because they aren't as easily assimilated into your body, not to mention the value of vitamins made from real food/ versus synthetics) And... ick. Now, I know that this is the brand/ supplement /company etc that I want/ can trust. And I knew I'd end up with a pill filler. Why didn't I buy the pill filler first? I don't care if I have to take fifty pills of it, I am not going to drink juice with it anymore.

Na-astee.

Almost as bad as the flax seed oil.
*stomach turns*

think happy thoughts
think happy thoughts
think happy thoughts

the things you do when you are into alternative healing and medicine.

and for those of you interested. i have just discovered i am wearing my pants backwards. :P

sheesh

Posted by hawkie at December 2, 2003 10:54 PM