No brakes!

I just want what I want. Tonight, I want chicken wings, crispy, and sussing out a butcher who can guarantee that Chicken Little ran free during his life (for a fee) is killing me.
Not as much as it is the chicken, I guess.
So to a butcher I go. I think all the time about the poor animals. If I can not smell roasted meat I contemplate their lot in life, if I can - well, I got one love. For my tummy. I am trying to be mostly vegetarian though, since we are killing the earth for the food industry.  You know who should get all the Nobel Prizes? The person who mimics the taste of deep fry in vegetable format. I'd eat a pinecone deep fried. I'll be running errands via public transit on my way to my home away from home in the Tdiz which means that I have gone from I want A, B, C, D to ...I can make do with B and D. I want to get back to the sitting part pretty quickly tonight. I just know that'll be pyjama wearing, laughing, barely moving and not caring comfort. Which I really dig.

However, I'll be giving dudes the eye on the way around town. Ignore the redness. I touched my contacts with hot sauce for billionth time. Perchance I am here as a walking warning label for others. At least I am having a great time doing it.

I'd like to take a cooking class. I have only recently come to the realization that cooking with wine is bad. Not as an ingredient but as fuel for my inability to focus which, turns out, is important when throwing various things onto high heat sources. Learning!! I have gotten the memo on prep, that it's 91% of the battle (percentages maybe exaggerated)

My secret (no more!) desire is to renegade night-time drive around with buckets of flower seeds in early spring and just toss handfuls of seeds whilst taking on/off ramps just to inject colour/delight into commutes which are often not. I think about it all the time when I see these ramshackle p-lots of grass. Something hardy like Blanket flower, Sage(s), Lavender - that would jack up my joy in driving around the concrete jungle. Like the people who yarn bomb. That's shit's great. 
You're great. 

I am listening to George Stroumboulopoulos chat with Shad - whom I think is a great rapper. As well as K-os, Classified and Drizzy. 

 - Just to re-iterate if you see different coloured font, that shiz is a link to power and magic, click away -

Happy thoughts. 

a haiku:

some junk in the trunk
wanderlust in my sweet soul
I need some bacon. 

xo