i can't even begin to imagine how much msg i've consumed today. normally on days like this i will sit around and read the labels of all of the food stuffs i have available to me. i've noticed that it is an ingredient in almost every processed food that i love.
i used to think that it was olives that made me love the taste of martinis. but these days i've realized that it is really the gin and vermouth that i really love. the olives were just decoration and filler.
i used to work with this woman named miss rebeca at a dungeon jazz club. we spent countless holidays together with a lot of partying, internet porn and foghat. miss rebeca could tell you how your drink ranked on the caloric/buzz scale. for example: colorado bulldogs...hi-cal/low-buzz. the goal was to get the most buzz for the least calories.
the cal/buzz rating on a martini is a pretty good one if you leave off the olives and any other kind of filler thing...like juices for flavor and color, etc.
there is still a hole in the wall here at the condo and it's amazing the smells that start to wander in from other apartments. more often than not it's the smell of cigarette smoke in the morning coming in from some other floor. it's definitely not the most appealing smell to wake up to or come home to. but every once in a while there is something else. like, some kind of glade or scented candle wandering in. it has been a weird experience of identifying the memories i have attached with different smells. yesterday it was some kind of air freshener that reminded me of christmas with my mother and jesus christ superstar. a couple of weeks ago it was revlon's outrageous shampoo and high school in germany. but usually it's just that stale smoke smell and it reminds me of walking into a bar before it opens. with only natural light to show you just how dirty the place really is.
i wish i had the motivation to leave the house. but the more i think about it the later it gets, and if i can put it off a little bit longer i'll totally be ready to forget about doing anything other than sleeping.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
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