Tuesday: Beauty everywhere

I’d planned to get more needles in my knee but the day took on a different tone and I ended up on the terrace making out with someone who looked like a famous volleyball player, and Wednesday my knee really hurt!  But I think it probably would have anyway and

we had a long talk about things we are still taking for granted; for my part I did not get into specifics because I know what these things are for myself though I am mostly not cognicent enough of them for their absence to bother me when I am living abroad

in the same way that my veganism persists until I am forced with the dilemma of discarding Rosemary’s goat cheese OR not being wasteful (i.e. one conviction supersedes another; I am already doing this thing for myself, relying on myself to make this decision almost all of the time…)

How can I love here so much and, at the same time (and this is something I have become upset with people for doing to me on a personal level), just want to strike out, the airport in my mind the one constant thing, not far away, beck-on-ing.

My amazing purple leg

…and the city I still dream about.

Let’s vegetarian diet!

God, I’m hungry.  Where are those vegetarian big meat chunks?

What veggie person doesn’t love chicken feet?

Ah, good.  They have vegetarian roasted baby pig. 

Veg. cattle stomach looks quite a bit different than veg. shredded cattle stomach.  I think the above was veg. internal organs of a chicken.

I mean, at this point, why not just call it something else.