A girls night in.....so not me but totally who I be.

Tonight I learned to appreciate the value of digestion. My system is so fragile that it almost shutdown completely on me. I was feverish and delusion last night, tossing and turning with each piercing abdominal pain. Sympathetically, my guy friend was suffering his own stomach insomnia, proving yet again that water signs have an extremely over active telepathic imagination.

Anyway, let's begin with breakfast this past Wednesday. First off I ate not one, but two bowls of malt-o-meal honey nut clusters knowing full well that my duty after eating those two bowls was to down at least two gallons of H2O as quickly as possible. What ended up happening was that I probably only drank about 16 oz. of water that entire day and went straight for the strenuous physical activity: biking, then swimming, then worked out for and hour.

Hooray for exercise but that's where things started going a little wacky. On my way home that night I bought a fruit salad and ate about half of its contents. Upon resting my head on the pillow later in the evening I started to experience nausea, horrible shooting pains in my lower abdomen, a sever headache and extreme fatigue.

I am still right now at 1:13 a.m. on Saturday morning (!) feeling the after effects of the dehydration.

If your mother were to give you one genetic disorder it should be fructose/lactose/fiber intolerance....and yes I lump them together because they are all what we lovingly call "the ethnic tummy disorders."

So much for ranting. Today was extremely productive - shirts, rehearsals, scheduling busking meetups with the girls, and wallets - shiny highlighter colored wallets.

---------------------I am sleep now, go night night.---------------------------------


**A note on robots:

My love for robots has everything to do with my lack of boundaries. I find comfort in straight lines, angles and mathematical reasonings for why the shore is the beginning of land and end of the water. I am a perpetual BABY....all things are new, shiny and exciting. I love to the extreme and hurt just as badly.

UMPH is the sound of snow falling on my spring morning

Tired, tired, tired. Not really. Gonna paint, gonna write, gonna sing songs tonight.

We're falling in-to inside the trees, falling into waters, falling into the sky, red number 9

leave it all to you to make it out.

What a lovely day
for growing
our flowers, its snowing outside its raining all over.

New photography series

Myths are public dreams, dreams are private myths

I do not pronounce words like beta carotene or chopped liver correctly. Imagine a child who only enjoys the words pie and gator....pie gator.....pye gaytor.....pi gater....py gayter.

Here is a selection of places I've never been to and probably will book to fly to in the next year:http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=849268207763133022

1. Chile/South Pole
2. Micronesia
3. New Zealand
4. Spain
5. Morocco
6. Germany
7. Peru
8. Japan

Breakfast today: my toothpaste, deprivation, fasting.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fasting

Moderate consideration for the fact that I am occasionally Manic

Is it a phantom itch? Seems like someone I know or someone they know either has bedbugs, a rash, crabs, THE scabies. Crap! No, wait.... a tax break for people under 5 feet, finally.

Today the sun is in full effect and I'm just about poisoned. I was lying in Union Square earlier with T-time organizing my take over the world to do list. I figure with all the techie nerds I've met in the last few months and the post art star movement T and I are punching our way to get going, we should be infecting your artistic tastes in about a year...maybe less. lets pray Jesus' baby's momma is kind to us and forgives me for making out with a a straight up homosexual man last night.

First and foremost go here drop.io/ybbs leave interesting comments. We in return will gift you with a free baked good recipe.

2. Be a lamb and buy my merch (t-shirts, handbags, boy shorts, tube tops coming end of April)

Finally,
3.pay me to read your mind. I really am a psychic trained by a long line of readers from the 11th dimension. See, no one SEES them so people try to discredit me. When in reality the fact that I communicate with higher beings on a separate plane of existence is proof of my powers and ability to conjure up THE MAGICS. Stick a tray of cupcakes and you get frosted hot dogs whose nutritional value is equivalent to a 900 calorie bag of peanuts.

In regards to yesterday's anti-war protest march and pillow fight in the financial district. It is not BYO-ISSUES people.....sometimes you have to be quiet. Children be quiet.

Yes, I have two friends who live on Wall street, direct descendants of future outsourcers and they both have a gym membership. I have a gym membership for the next six months which will increase my fro-yo intake and today I will collect all the change I left on the treadmill last week.

Now its off to IKEA to acquire wine glasses...ciao mis paisas!

Corporeal Punishment

Fell off my bike and busted my shin. It blew up quickly like an oversized cherry tomato then I walked in the door and got punched in the face with an orange.

The proper response to this is would be to eat the orange in self defense. Citrucide is the only way and just to be sure I am doing the right thing I will plant the seeds in my herb garden. But shit, my shin is bust and all I wanted was to ride to the open mic and meet Jason Schwartzman, maybe.

So at home I am melancholy, wearing an oversized hoodie....what's new. On my table there are pictures scattered like leaves, that somewhat fill gaps in my memory. Oh, yea today was a new kind of something and my stomach was empty with mostly food.

MUSIC:
SIA is by far the most gentle soul I have run and danced into(twice and never again). Listening to Lady Croissant RIGHT NOW.

Today's breakfast: a taste of mint toothpaste from his lips, doughnut. Diet Pepsi for mid morning snack while talking to John Cage.

When you don't smoke and still want your damn cigarette break......

My computer is so magical. It not only sucks my time away but it also teaches me completely useless information I can pass down to my unborn children. But considering the amount of time I spend with this machine I might just be sterile and not have any offspring to share the wonders of its magic.

Oh internet, I want so badly to have all of your information babies. Let's go steady....forever.

Here is one information baby I made: http://bit.ly/1nmMnv

followed by an educational video on smoking smarties...enjoy
http://bit.ly/QXu1l

Today's breakfast was a large cup of ginko IQ tea followed by grilled chicken salad for lunch, then a small bowl of goya lentils and rice for a snack. Tonight's dinner forecast looks like Colombian Tapas...mmmmmm...his taste is still on my mind.