i am so fucking sick of the iowa beef-beef-pork-pork-beef diet.

i feel like i am going to vomit nearly all the time.

i need sushi.

and fresh veggies sauteed for me over rice.

i want to go to that awesome italian place on college ave. you know the one, with the fresh berries in fresh whipped cream for desert? withthe bread basket on the second floor where we stole handful after handful and put them in our pockets.

with the waiter who we each tipped 20$ because he was so fucking jason-lee-hot and he milked it (in a completely charming way) for all it was worth.

i had the nastiest lunch, i am not even going to recount it for you, though i will tell you that all during lunch the ladies were talking about the more disgusting parts of childbirth, and how male doctors "sewed them up too tight after" so it was like "losing their virginity agian".

all the while, i am eating something that looks like afterbirth covered in a gravy placenta.

which may be why i feel so gross right now.

also, i just came back from the rest room, because i have had like 70oz of my sprite+hawaiian punch coctail today, and i must must must reiterate how disgusting it is that they do not furnish each stall with a toilet seat cover dispenser.

and how much more disgusting it is that, apparently, i'm the only person in the building who uses them.

how could you possibly walk into the stall, like i did, see that someone ella megalast blasted* in the bowl without fully flushing, and then, bare-assed, whether or not you flush four consecutive times and then spray with disinfectant lysol spray until it beaded on the bowl, sit on that bowl? how can you not make the Toilet Paper U of Protection?

what the hell is wrong with people?

it's pouring rain and thundering out. i can't wait to walk in the rain.

*look, i just made a reference to poop via the cocteau twins. i believe that under international law one of you is now required to nominate me for the nobel prize for overall genius. thanks.