I just got back from the Winn Dixie that is closing in 6 days...
I got a $25 turkey (a 'young' one, so exciting in an Epstein kind of vibe, but I digress..) for like $3.45..
Why I didn't just grab 5 of them and kiss goodbye any future food security is beyond me.
I just might, after drinking the excellent old vine Zinfidel that I always wanted to try but couldn't afford at $21 a bottle, but got for 8 bucks, go back there and grab the last 5 frozen turkeys...the only thing that is causing resistance to that idea is the fact that the turkeys might have been kept cooped up in tiny enclosures and fed chemicals and all that kind of crap.
They are the cheap kind of birds -the low flyers- that were "only" like $28 to begin with; and, even though I got one for like $3.45, they might not be the healthiest option as far as what to eat and everything...
I have been through so much; have travelled many roads and...
I recovered my sense of health and vitality within like a day and a half after I stopped drinking the coffee that might have been sprayed with chemicals to make it smell like good coffee; and switched to the Swedish stuff that I balked at spending almost 30 bucks a bag for, but got for 11 bucks. I feel really great...
I'm not bragging nor trying to rub in the face of the people who are truly suffering; having limbs amputated because they have been brainwashed into thinking that things are great because the commercials say they are...
I would love to go get a half gallon of ice cream and some soda and come home and get high on the sugar rush, but I'm not going to do it. I have too strong a constitution to allow myself to sucumb to such a sweet temptation.
I'm going to get a $20 hit of crack and some Viagra type of stuff; and put on a porn movie, and just try to take my mind off of the ice cream soda -that stuff is just bad news...resist the devil and he will flee, type of thing...try to stay the course!
This zero carb diet that has paid such amazing dividends after just two weeks in...
I'm committed.
Don't want to sabotage it now. So I'm off to see my dealer on Tulane Street.
Wish me luck, 15 followers.
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