22 December 2007
10 Days before it all goes away
Fasting, I come to learn, is an intransitive verb. A perfect verb for January, intransitive between knowing what 2008 is to bring and what it is to deliver. A month where I will abstain from glasses of earthy cabernet franc, fizzy gin, cocao nibs, greasy donuts, creamy dreamy lattes, heady jasmine tea, and the oh-so satisfying explicatve "fucking get the fuck out of my fucking way." Perhaps 10 days from now you will join me on my 31 days of clean living.
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"Oh wise grass-hopper, 'tis better to go three days without food, than one day without tea."
you're a better woman than I...;)
good fasting!
I'll be watching and maybe I'll fucking try to fucking fast as well.
Who needs sugar when we'll get a daily dose of you? You'll have to give something up in February so we can continue to get tastes of you.
I honestly think yer outta yer fucking mind, going from full throttle, delicious poison, to ZERO. Ugh. I will watch/read with morbid fascination as you descend into purity (all the while puffin' on my occasional Export A, lickin' the bittersweet chocolate off my fingers, and zingin' around on the caffeine jolt of a big fucking cup o' java!). Bon voyage and bon appetit!
so, fasting in january and feasting in February-Food Tour of Portland 2008. i'd love to treat you to your first sugar-coated, liquor-fucking-filled dinner. maybe i will fast with you for a week or two. does this fast include abstaining from Sex as well? suerte, che
I predict that by February you will be sweeter, more alert and fucking a lot more.
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