This entry has been brought to you by the number ‘Caffeine’ and the letter ‘Eeeeeee!’

At the risk of getting boring before I’ve even started to get interesting, I had the best dinner ever tonight: homemade roasted vegetable pizza. The kind that grow in the ground I mean; I haven’t taken to eating retarded people, at least not on a regular basis.

But it was so great! While the veggies were roasting, I fingerpainted the tomato paste onto my pita bread. Talk about your fulfilling meals! And then, when it was finally ready, oh man! It was like there was a vegetable party in my mouth, and all the vegetables were invited, and no one told them that the Vegetable Charles Manson would be coming too. I almost felt like a real chef or something, especially in the bit where I have no money and a serious caffeine problem. Which would be everyday life, I guess.

Also today, I tried to make Deirdre be a beat poet for my amusement. It could have been so grand; I even started clicking my fingers and humming for her, and when she complained about her lack of beret I suggested she put a plastic bag over her head. Improvisation, yeah! Now that I think about it, it might also have worked better if I’d given her an actual poem to read, rather than just the list of ingredients on the cat food box. The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who indulge in fearless speculation as to the nature of the mysterious-sounding ‘poultry by-product’.

One Response to “This entry has been brought to you by the number ‘Caffeine’ and the letter ‘Eeeeeee!’”

  1. momo Says:

    Hot ziggedy-zam! Riggedy raggedy. [10 second silence.] Oooh.

    Aaah, I always love a bit of Beat free-forming. Alas, I always come off sounding like Rik Mayall pretending to be a Beat poet.