Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Hello, I love you

Hello I have something to say.
Remember me? We met the other day.
Anyway, I think that you're really great.

You are better than butter on bread.
If you were a sweater I'd wear you on my head. Why is butter so good on bread? It's you. Hahah, I'm sorry.

Just tried to let you know that I love you so.
And now I'll let you go.
Ohh oh
Just called to say hello, and that I love you so.
And now I'll let you go.
Ohh oh
Just wanted to let you know that I love you so.
And now I'll let you go.
Ohh oh
Just called to say hello, you know I love you so.
And now I'll let you go.
Yeah.

So I guess you're probably busy and things. Doin' your hair, or whatever you're doing that's so cool. You're the best, just wanted to say you knock me out.
So get back to whatever it is your doin' that's so cool. I'll get back to kicking rocks down by the highschool.
Anyway...uhh. My numbers 22762.
Call me back if you want to.

Just tried to let you know that I love you so.
And now I'll let you go.
Ohh oh
Just called to say hello, and that I love you so.
And now I'll let you go.
Ohh oh
Just wanted to let you know that I love you so.
And now I'll let you go.
Ohh oh
Just called to say hello, you know I love you so.
And now I'll let you go.
Yeah.

-Ima Robot

Saturday, June 5, 2010

uterine lining/udders


This is what my body does to remind me every month what I would look like pregnant. The day before my period on my new 28 day normal woman cycle. I'm not even sticking my stomach out. Haha.

Today I went to Maggie Moon's here in Wallingford with the lovely Mad. I pigged out on salted caramel ice cream and lavender ice cream with a homemade waffle cone. I feel guilty about it. I came back to Seattle a few days ago and got right back on the hardcore vegan train and totally killed it with what I ate today. And I know I'm not perfect and I just started my period so I'm allowed to treat myself (excuses), but I really want to treat myself with vegan foods. I feel guilty about the harm inflicted on the poor cows. For me to enjoy that ice cream a baby girl cow was raised and forced to be pregnant over and over and over in its crazy short life, and milked by machines and had its many babies taken away from it and turned into veal and more baby girl milk cows. And it was a really really sad life. I really need to stop being ashamed of my compassion--so what, I have a big heart (sometimes). And, on top of that, it was bad for my digestive system, probably full of antibiootics, it was bad for my heart, and it's going to make some fat. WHY DO I DO THESE THINGS TO MYSELF!