Even though this is a blog about how fucking rock ‘n roll I am I don’t often talk about my passion for music and that doesn’t make a damn bit of sense.
My favorite band IN THE UNIVERSE is the Deftones. Seriously. I want to move to southern California in hopes of running into one of the band members or their wives at Trader Joe’s.
I set up an online vigil on my Myspace page when Chi Cheng, the band’s bassist, got into a car accident and fell into a coma (this was last year; He is still in a coma).
I listened to Saturday Night Wrist over and over and over. Except for “Pink Cellphone.” That track is just awful. Just. Fucking. Wrong.
Their music is significant in regards to my past and sometimes it’s difficult to listen to it if I’m feeling low or pissed off at Jacob. I get day-dreamy about the what-ifs and way-back-whens and the good times with you-know-who and that’s not a trip down memory lane I care to take. I am getting better at shoving him out of my head and at times I can’t even believe the fond memories still pop up every now and again.
This is not about he-who-is-not-to-be-named. This is about the mother fucking Deftones.
The unnamed kind of looks like Chino Moreno, the leader singer. Shut up. If I ever saw that asshole (unnamed, not Chino) I would flee in order to avoid getting arrested for beating the shit out of him.
THIS IS NOT GOING WELL.
It is hard for me to separate unnamed toolbox from this band I love. I hate that he attached himself to their music. His passion for film making, his steadfast loyalty to his family, his tiny dick. Sometimes when “Change in the House of Flies” comes on the radio I remember the first time I heard the song. I was in high school and my taste in music was questionable. It was the coolest fucking song I’d ever heard. And I got to enjoy it for three years before it was tainted.
I have seen this band of mine in concert only three times and every time I was BLOWN AWAY. Chino screams his ass off and dives off the stage and I melt. His passion and the noise created out of it fills my soul.
If you have been following my lazy vegan blog you know that I have been doing a “master cleanse” to rid my body of toxins and lose a little weight.
If you haven’t been following along, that’s what I’m doing. Shame on you.
Today I ended my cleanse and I am thirteen pounds lighter!
I learned a lot while on the cleanse:
- I was living to eat instead of eating to live.
- Nighttime is dangerous for me in terms of snacking. I need to start going to bed earlier.
- I like lemonade but not forty gazillion glasses of it.
- If I need to fart I should probably do it on the toilet. You know, just in case.
- Losing three pounds in a single day may not be normal but it’s AWESOME.
I am pretty sure I went down a size in pants too. My Seven jeans finally fit which is a total WIN since my ass looks really good in them. I am finally out of the 200′s which feels amazing because it’s been two years since I’ve seen it this low. I have weighed less (much less) before so I am going to keep on keeping on by eating healthy and exercising. I am converting to veganism and will not purchase food products that aren’t natural. I can’t always buy organic because sometimes that shit is expensive.
Jacob and I are also going to build a vegetable garden in our backyard which will allow us to have fresh and organic fruits and vegetables (herbs too).
Big things are on the horizon for this tree hugger and her family.
If you haven’t been following my updates on my newest project you should:
She was born. And she was TINY. Avery was only five and a half pounds when she was born and while she was full-term she was still very small. Since only preemie clothes would fit her we had to go shopping. The footie pajamas were so small and I couldn’t believe that she was so delicate.
Her wardrobe also included some 12 month-sized outfits and while holding my swaddled little Peanut in my arms I looked at these giant outfits and thought to myself, “She will never be big enough for these.”
Obviously that’s stupid because OF COURSE she’s going to grow. At the time it was hard to imagine my little baby growing at all and becoming, dare I say it, AN ADULT.
Now she’s a walking, talking, sassy little toddler with a personality and she’s wearing those 12 month clothes that I swore would never fit her.
I am never ready for the next step but it inevitably comes anyway.