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When I ate the one Eggo waffle ten minutes later I was feeling real good. So good I had to have a second. Can you blame me, the real maple syrup was uber crazy delicious?!

I felt high, like on the edge of seein' God.

One could try to float the theory that my body was craving processed flour and sugar. That too can be used to explain the Red Vines I had earlier that morning. Mm hm.

Another perfectly valid theory is the oft-mentioned "exactly where you need to be" one. I like that one. I could pick up a hitch hiker, kill him, bury him in a shallow grave - and it'd still be true. It's always true, and a damn good board to bounce one's attention off of to help tunnel deep into motive and meaning. But let's simplify.

NO, I don't NEED to be eating crap.

We (Furburger, Red) been getting into conversations about food/sex, how Fur's binge-eating might be related to her hyper-sexuality. This all somehow grew out of a cellphone TXT conversation in which an image flashed in my mind of her covered in warm gravy. Mmmmmm, graaaavy. God damn, she looked yummy.

Red said that EVERYONE's binge-eating probably had a correlation with their sexuality.

She also pointed out how our society's separation of spirituality and sexuality has screwed us all up in both areas, creating a population of the most disconnected obese, slack-jawed mindlessness ever to infest the planet. Okay, that last part was obviously my words. I'm para-phrasing; you get the point.

It was a night of chill, very relaxing.

I was thinking about how "beautiful people" are hated-on for being beautiful - their humanity ignored as if they don't have the same fears and difficulties as the rest. And how that's like on the level of hating someone for being black or retarded or gay; hating someone for what they can't possibly change.

Yeah, I'm talking about others, but mostly myself. Cuz, you know: I am beautiful.

So, Red is on a 'cleanse' right now, all the herbs and tinctures. Fur is coming by again tonight to decide on music for her 'bad jazz' piece we're doing next week. I might actually be in this one. You know, if there's an appropriate place in it for someone with spastic retard moves. For me, its just fun to participate and/or observe the process; help out where I can.

GoodGawdDammit! for our "meetings"... NO MORE SIX-PACKS!!!! I'm out of drinkin' practice. Oh wait, EATING FIRST would help; maybe something healthful and not toxic that DOESN'T make me feel sick afterwards. I am, after all, asian and well-versed in healthy asian cuisine.

Ordered a high-tech juicing machine. I wonder if that will get as much use as the automatic ice cream machine. I used the fuck out of the ice cream machine. Maybe I'll combine the two and make some fucking sorbets. How do you make something creamy without using cream?

The new "inertia" we've been seeking has taken a while, but it seems to be on the rise. "Exactly where we need to be"... still making it up as we go along.

Note to self: Start buying toilet paper in quantities larger than four-packs. I have a feeling there's gonna be a whole lot more pooping going on. That's me, always thinkin'. pooooooooop.

Oh I'm not cutting sketchy food completely out of my diet. I still make the best meatless gravy in town. I'm such a great cook, I give ME a chubby.

Mmmmmm.... Fur n' Gravy.