i would know it was meant to be if

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what about you?

series of bloody pics of hot beets

pumb up beet pump it up

we were suppose to plant beets and carrots this week. our plans changed, however, to getting sick. we decided this was better. i don't know why. if i could go through the consensus process with my roommate and our bodies again i think i would block.

fuck you mucus, get out of my body. i wanna plant carrots and beets...

exerpts from my personal journal

june 25th, 2009

"there's no poetic way to put this... I AM GOING SO FUCKING BOY CRAZY RIGHT NOW"


july 15th, 2009

"swamp
crying
letters
calls
awkward everything
punk boys

this is like a soup. everything sinks to the bottom. "



july 18th, 2009

"hi, come fuck my brains out. k bye.
aka the text message you would have gotten from me tonight had you not been such a punk rock, misogynist, asshole.

YOU LOSE EVERYTHING!"


september 16th, 2009

"examine
learn
binge drink
examine"

things i should have more of

-beets
-carrots*
-horror movies
-vitamins
-lil kim
-sun light
-magic potions
-positive sexual experiences**
-kittens
-fresh fruit***
-beet puns

*the ones from the farmer's market and taste like orange heaven
**which i've been having more of. these are made easier while sober, with cute, positive people.
***like tree picked fresh

rusty razors, etc

sunday afternoon i was hungover. my coffee and scrambled eggs had worn off and i was fading into a daze where the only things existing are what's in front of me. which was a window and beyond that some gray clouds. i think i was listening to wolves in the throne room, which just made me even more dazed out. anyhoo, all this was while i was cleaning the windows at my favorite place, Treasure City Thrift store (your one stop shop for hip ass shit). i had scrapped the sticker and tape off all of them and was wiping the left over residue with some weird chemical residue solvent from an aerosol can and feeling slightly guilty about it, but too tired and too mad at the windows and our old slumlord to not use it. maybe i was also having a macho i need to prove i can do everything really fucking well and be needed moments.
so this is the equation:
hungover + dazed + dreamy + wolves in the throne room + guilt + mad
and what is equals is preoccupied.
and i totally cut my finger open on the rusty razor i was using to scrape this last bit of shit off the window. it barely bled, it was not at all as exciting as cutting a beet. but was more dangerous. i washed it 3 times with out the dirt coming off my hands. the 4th time some dirt came off. there's no hot water at our old building (see slumlord), but i was lucky enough to have a friend bring me some crazy neosporain-esk stuff he had squeezed in a plastic bag and a band aid. however, i'm not sure if these things fully protected my finger from the lot filled with used condoms, trash, dirt, pee smelling clothes and a bag left over from a composting toilet. so today, i got a tetanus shot from a man who looked like santa.

i only hope i got it in time. so i won't become this guy:

let's have some fun this beet is sick

this beet is sick by a.fox on
borscht recipe!!

2 beets (with the beet greens! or chard if the greens are gross)
an onion (or half of one)
some garlic
a potato
a carrot
a lemon
a beer
fresh dill
can of kidney or navy beans

chop everything to a size you're comfortable eating. EXCEPT THE BEER.
saute the onion and garlic together in a pot of comparable size to a pressure cooker. when the onion is soft and clear add the potato and saute longer. personally, i like my potato to be soft and the beets and carrots a little crisp, so i cook the potato a little longer. but you don't have to do it that way.
anyway, after a few minutes of sauteing things, fill the pot about half way with water, then add beets, carrots and a couple splashes of beer. stir! add a little bit of salt. let it simmer for a while, like 5-10 minutes, then add the can of beans and the beet greens. and more beer! stir some more! simmer for another 5-10 minutes.
cut up like 1/2a sprig of the dill and put some of it in the soup. add a little more salt and some pepper and stir. if it's lacking flavor add more beer and let it simmer a little longer. if you like dill a lot, put more in. after the flavor has cooked in more cut up the lemon and squeeze some lemon juice in there. the dill and the lemon will help give i that sour flavor it's suppose to have. it seems like it also tastes better the more beer it (i) has.

add salt and pepper to taste and tell people you're eating blood soup when they ask you what exciting thing you're eating.