2005-01-12..4:53 p.m.

Apparently I�m a Punk/Rebel, which both surprises and irks me. I thought I was more of a Geek or at least a Ghetto Gangsta. Poo.

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I went on a mad beetroot binge the other day that just tore up the town: for lunch cheese and lettuce and French mustard and dropping everywhere beetroot and branston pickle from a jar marked Best Before Feb 2003. 2003. I'm not even kidding. (I also had strawberry yoghurt to counteract the poisonous pickle)(you know, because of all it's titanium digestivum pro-bioticum) Then I snacked on beetroot while I was making dinner, sucking back entire vinegary bulbs one after the other. Dinner was sweet potato chunks and a salad of lettuce, cheese and beetroot. Earlier on I�d gone to Sainsbury�s for a stroll to think about the cubist perspective/Derridian absence connection* and bought two wee punnets** of raspberries two days past their sell-by date for 35p. I bought some more yoghurt too, just in case.

Needless to say, I been shitting purple ever since.

*I think best in supermarkets for reasons I�ve never been able to work out. Perhaps it�s the monotony of the aisles or the weird way foodstuffs become sterilised out of their scents. I should install a couple of shelves of mustard and tinned veggies or replace the lighting in my room with fluorescents. I�d be less likely to find myself walking around considering chocolate soy milk and getting freaked out by the thought of floating pickled eyeballs in jars of floating pickled herring.
**That word isn�t anywhere on spell check, but I have got the right term, haven�t I?