tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26186884016215391362024-03-05T17:35:53.145-08:00VEGAN FUNKsome fiction, some facts, and some vegan food pornyoung buckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03083639665049663669noreply@blogger.comBlogger50125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2618688401621539136.post-80940004817244698902011-01-20T12:46:00.001-08:002011-01-20T12:46:28.412-08:00Okay, so I got an iPhone in the hopes that I'd be more involved online. Stimulated to post while on the bus. Epic drama on bus. A really funny slice of humanity.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/11/01/20/1797.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/11/01/20/s_1797.jpg' border='0' width='320' height='320' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /> Anyway, I'm at uni now and things literally couldn't be much better! So many amazing people. So many things to learn and see. I've done so many things I never thought possible, and it's only the second term! So many vegans / veggies too! Going to try to blog more about my adventures. Peace!<br /><br /><br />- Posted using my iPhone<br />young buckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03083639665049663669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2618688401621539136.post-68703223755238862112010-08-05T09:48:00.000-07:002010-08-05T10:00:05.295-07:00Had a lovely couple of days, went to<b><a href="http://www.butser.org.uk/"> Butser Ancient Farm</a></b>, where they've built little round houses like the ones we used to live in all that time ago before we got too big for our boots. Made the decision that one day I shall also build one and live in it (a bit more realistic than the tree idea, perhaps?), mostly because they're AWESOME, but also because they have open fires instead of ovens, hurt no-one and.. well, need I go on really. <div><br /></div><div>Got a pretty massive callous on my left index finger from the milk jugs at work. It's so gross. But I have TWO DAYS OFF to get rid of it, the weeds in the vegetable patch and to photosynthesise. My gypsy skin has waned somewhat, and that definitely needs to be addressed. Please let there be sun. Pretty please, with a cherry ontop.</div><div><br /></div><div>I've gotten really lazy with my food over the past month, maybe, and I'm starting to feel the effects. No excuses, but that also needs to be banished from my life. Before the de-weed, I'm going to throw coinage at a stranger behind a counter in exchange for the most fruit and veg you ever did see. And have a fucking gourmet festival about it.<br /><br /></div><div>It's going to be a good one.</div><div><br /></div>young buckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03083639665049663669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2618688401621539136.post-51243426213199512172010-08-05T09:37:00.000-07:002010-08-05T09:48:06.122-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixqtW925Rvq7iJI5zpX0knTnNL_uJaOCfm7JNSXQKFI8KlqXCAn3OJDuf2zraupywFBzTnF0jGEDqzuC4vrVzgwhTD-2qYb5Pu_QLCZofDueDMiG17ZhsFbmt3qGcaMrO_9IJrfMW7/s1600/27072010156.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixqtW925Rvq7iJI5zpX0knTnNL_uJaOCfm7JNSXQKFI8KlqXCAn3OJDuf2zraupywFBzTnF0jGEDqzuC4vrVzgwhTD-2qYb5Pu_QLCZofDueDMiG17ZhsFbmt3qGcaMrO_9IJrfMW7/s320/27072010156.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501966252088456226" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxDl6pJN7NLgT2LwRQJAHGPKOgJ-64jwBET37uyt2v1-cXQ7SA9TiiYLZ7jRAqepCNRQhD70iMGPmSvBO_7xcO_BF73wEVpxDYF3poyE7ihpCebi6oRhhujcMy-RQea5WxEh_aNw9K/s1600/30072010167.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieERXqJPl9fXYe_8UotsE7Jl23pUAQgrt8mKw_ja2XE9wrS8OhaiE80VDPubuDGV38_CcI5Qzix1EAws8j7AntfcmjsGUyeqcb1Sgg0TwkVRoWYKNt47mxDgdvhIje71t61W9YbR_c/s320/03082010209.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501968385203264258" /></a>young buckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03083639665049663669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2618688401621539136.post-24466001724437542432010-07-19T09:54:00.000-07:002010-07-19T10:53:32.365-07:00The big 50Ahh, I have worked for seven days straight with less than no thanks and an increasing sense of despair and contempt for humanity. Only six or so weeks until I can flip the store the finger, flip over some tables and run out screaming something along the lines of: "FUCK YOU, YOU CONSUMER CUNTS!! BURN IN HELL!!". The near-yet-far reality of that day is what keeps me half-going.
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<br />I really hope that when I finally go to Brighton, there won't be as many complete snobby upper-class prick-arseholes as there are in Fareham. I loathe this town and 99% of it's stupid rimjob inhabitants. <i>(this great big sweeping statement considers only the patrons of Fareham Shopping Centre, of whom I assume are 99% of Fareham's inhabitants... You may take this observation as fact.) </i><div><i>
<br /></i></div><div>Anyway, I'm hoping to go on a ROAD TRIP in Cornwall somewhere for a week, before I make my great escape from dead-end shit Fareham. Looking forward to a nine hour drive, no showers and sleeping in the car...</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Not much else has happened really. This long week of hard slog has made me think about a few things, when I've not been in that hell-hole. The biggest thing, I've realised, is that over the past few years my creativity has vanished and taken a big part of me with it. I'm going to have a few weeks before I go away to University to try and sort it out, I want to go into the forest and read, take pictures of nature's beauty and put pen to paper. Maybe knit. My only outlet at the moment is cooking, which, okay, is pretty damn tasty, but I'd like to spread it all over the place. A big part is my being lazy I guess. I've also discovered the fact that I like coffee, a bit of a strange one considering I've worked in a Starbucks and a Costa collectively for a year. It shall be the fuel for long nights of getting high on turpentine and getting paint in my hair, like the old days. Enough of the "I shall's" already!!</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Observing people mindlessly go about their boring lives of work-come to Costa-sleep-work-buy clothes and electronics-work more-sleep-have a baby-work-get old and die has made me think about the capitalist society we're all unfortunately a part of, and just how shit it is. Exploitation is everywhere. It's a sick society we've built for ourselves. "Every man for himself". Dominate and control, get more money, tread on everyone you can, and all without thinking about it. Brilliant. My friend Kat lent me the film, The Edukators, which pretty much sums up exactly how I feel about society and everything! Apart from at the end where <b><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cQG7dZUnNLs&feature=related">Jeff Buckley</a> </b>kind of ruins it a bit. But yeah, add it to your list of films to watch!</div><div>
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<br />Whilst on this whole subject, I'm reading some Marx and Engels and I'll be getting some Kropotkin. It's really interesting. If only Capitalism could be overthrown successfully... Unfortunately I still think I'll end up living up a tree somewhere. I'll post more about my findings when I've learnt enough to have an opinion. If anyone ever reads any of this and has any reading suggestions, please say! I'd love it aha</div><div>
<br /></div><div>It was my brother's 19th birthday a few days ago, and on his request I made him a VEGAN chocolate cake! Considering he is the fussiest eater ever and a meat eater, I consider it a great victory that he wanted it! He practically begged me to make it for him! It's nice when people come to me for food, I just hope one day the infiltration will reach them deeply and they'll realise "hey, being vegan isn't so hard! It's damn tasty and Meg can do it! So can I!"</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Well, there's hoping :D
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<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinUcs007CKrxVmxlfcVC4IJaK5Z-5dzNACeFanLWAkr3BveoNClZtOdXReqkqeubDztAuXY7ZAZlSzSgGg8VhcevTjYPnnlIcPHu4rr6K2pUa4XxJjn_ZvuO5xVv5eIs9HKv4MekQX/s1600/17072010135.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinUcs007CKrxVmxlfcVC4IJaK5Z-5dzNACeFanLWAkr3BveoNClZtOdXReqkqeubDztAuXY7ZAZlSzSgGg8VhcevTjYPnnlIcPHu4rr6K2pUa4XxJjn_ZvuO5xVv5eIs9HKv4MekQX/s320/17072010135.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495674618116696386" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Evidence of said cake making, also best apron ever. Also, appreciate the tea selection.</span></div>young buckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03083639665049663669noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2618688401621539136.post-77281115236386960212010-07-17T09:51:00.000-07:002010-07-17T10:18:09.768-07:00FOOD SPAFF<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZmZB67yNYp7ng-46afAjO_R94FkfkU_Ip2B9Bb8CyqoMDH8-bK94jG_oF0SF6K6CvT558Dd4ln2mc0wwEioeTpxYlzZvzvDyRSmUsj83NzmTKU_diCrw-xA1imm85RC1HpqQT3TuK/s1600/07072010055.jpg"><blockquote></blockquote><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZmZB67yNYp7ng-46afAjO_R94FkfkU_Ip2B9Bb8CyqoMDH8-bK94jG_oF0SF6K6CvT558Dd4ln2mc0wwEioeTpxYlzZvzvDyRSmUsj83NzmTKU_diCrw-xA1imm85RC1HpqQT3TuK/s320/07072010055.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494918970863402866" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">MOJITO </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAAiQ68UXk0Si3-vpXGDMRpRauh_yqmfUGwiSCOfKKKU6bFdvTswO05yY-6BHewyAgfN_0nxPxBGDJ2wm1ojiQ8OuAb-blywODG2bHMkkW1wYoU4XEdgt9-tAyBjHlF2UdqyOdnX3n/s1600/11072010098.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAAiQ68UXk0Si3-vpXGDMRpRauh_yqmfUGwiSCOfKKKU6bFdvTswO05yY-6BHewyAgfN_0nxPxBGDJ2wm1ojiQ8OuAb-blywODG2bHMkkW1wYoU4XEdgt9-tAyBjHlF2UdqyOdnX3n/s320/11072010098.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494919800779343826" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">LOOK AT MY FLAT WHITE. YEAAAAHHHH!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM94VkWt7hXU0zrkvxNhs0RUFrn1IhtEGMH8OzasxUb1w-_9it-DndEBCdn8AAwE-S6-l8X9EcncaZcsbRcVSB1XZuC8KxiMsTu1R66rdwqLKgZRdbYptgwFQqcNNtQhyqnfCY_8i-/s1600/IMG_3622.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM94VkWt7hXU0zrkvxNhs0RUFrn1IhtEGMH8OzasxUb1w-_9it-DndEBCdn8AAwE-S6-l8X9EcncaZcsbRcVSB1XZuC8KxiMsTu1R66rdwqLKgZRdbYptgwFQqcNNtQhyqnfCY_8i-/s320/IMG_3622.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494920537544254370" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">SCONES</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPe6X-jqM_ZaUn_N6vyl1354E0v0OKMmD4ze6pamhKXNeLjZs3dixOLYKtVmNtYiTo0v3VZQxU4bzE367KvURcFY41AEcDGJECGe8GQHnXaYT9mG9fw3B3Lb3GC7sRvkxz6HX2PEvL/s1600/IMG_3268.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPe6X-jqM_ZaUn_N6vyl1354E0v0OKMmD4ze6pamhKXNeLjZs3dixOLYKtVmNtYiTo0v3VZQxU4bzE367KvURcFY41AEcDGJECGe8GQHnXaYT9mG9fw3B3Lb3GC7sRvkxz6HX2PEvL/s320/IMG_3268.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494922633314840914" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">TASTY GREEN PUUKKKEE</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL5xr-M1vWwp7zkQ0R_ZffaJS2Df-ZAPCUGj8lXG3lU5dOb8VSeVEUtewfNiIdJsWgTz1w2UFTeEymkkn0-pJsHJ9DoeknS5S2E7Xl1nwV2iXgbyeRhUis7hBvCYekYlrzMxZsY4gS/s1600/14062010600.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL5xr-M1vWwp7zkQ0R_ZffaJS2Df-ZAPCUGj8lXG3lU5dOb8VSeVEUtewfNiIdJsWgTz1w2UFTeEymkkn0-pJsHJ9DoeknS5S2E7Xl1nwV2iXgbyeRhUis7hBvCYekYlrzMxZsY4gS/s320/14062010600.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494923878305729426" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">PIZZAAAA</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsR_YofF_A2sS_1lPaFkApz8Tc6FEvLyzUeP1QRQenVCSogjDGrAPH9LmFKPVRpXgacQzR8VxmcHb5115iELds4LKjxudUGckgd5VOzKHfp8ELdO07QRQAHMuyDUwl2sLCb6NtS4i3/s1600/30052010552.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsR_YofF_A2sS_1lPaFkApz8Tc6FEvLyzUeP1QRQenVCSogjDGrAPH9LmFKPVRpXgacQzR8VxmcHb5115iELds4LKjxudUGckgd5VOzKHfp8ELdO07QRQAHMuyDUwl2sLCb6NtS4i3/s320/30052010552.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494924289727000178" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">VEGAN MACARONI CHEEZ</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU_wYC6liPMlA2cXfNS07CqHGSKou5JSrlHQO00kpdpKfLnfg1HP79YptvKSwuKNVh_HGLJBt0An6hAja6FSjYc7l0EwefSuPF264ExDdR-RqmRVSOqB0sOW2yZBdoXKTAistisQJo/s1600/07062010583.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU_wYC6liPMlA2cXfNS07CqHGSKou5JSrlHQO00kpdpKfLnfg1HP79YptvKSwuKNVh_HGLJBt0An6hAja6FSjYc7l0EwefSuPF264ExDdR-RqmRVSOqB0sOW2yZBdoXKTAistisQJo/s320/07062010583.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494924481086527746" /></a><blockquote></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;">SHEPARD'S PIIEEEE</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiviF35MbE0h6p9G2PNIV5R2t6SQBUHU4nfTccuAjz0KfDVZg02qApoCqMbYImz7pcAx1kqhcRk06KDuDle2F_W3ABpaBZCSgDw9acuTW71nKBDNDL7xvu-ieiKnVRiyzGXpzQPa_li/s1600/22052010507.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiviF35MbE0h6p9G2PNIV5R2t6SQBUHU4nfTccuAjz0KfDVZg02qApoCqMbYImz7pcAx1kqhcRk06KDuDle2F_W3ABpaBZCSgDw9acuTW71nKBDNDL7xvu-ieiKnVRiyzGXpzQPa_li/s320/22052010507.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494925183249160914" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">NOT FOOD</div>young buckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03083639665049663669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2618688401621539136.post-74045411770988975052010-07-04T16:28:00.001-07:002010-07-04T16:30:53.725-07:00shit's weakThe glove compartment isn't accurately named<br />And everybody knows it.<br />So i'm proposing a swift orderly change.<br /><br />Cause behind its door there's nothing to keep my fingers warm<br />And all i find are souvenirs from better times<br />Before the gleam of your taillights fading east<br />To find yourself a better life.<br /><br />I was searching for some legal document<br />As the rain beat down on the hood<br />When i stumbled upon pictures i tried to forget<br />And that's how this idea was drilled into my head<br /><br />Cause it's too important<br />To stay the way it's been<br /><br />There's no blame for how our love did slowly fade<br />And now that it's gone it's like it wasn't there at all<br />And here i rest where disappointment and regret collide<br />Lying awake at night<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">There's no blame for how our love did slowly fade<br />And now that it's gone it's like it wasn't there at all<br />And here i rest where disappointment and regret collide<br />Lying awake at night (up all night)<br />When i'm lying awake at night.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />ffffffffffuck.young buckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03083639665049663669noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2618688401621539136.post-80067342923159557052010-07-01T15:42:00.001-07:002010-07-01T16:57:56.365-07:00On living the dream<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimvBop16ll4qlbQwMZcELUidMB6kU-4r1lYcvXQYl57223AVw1pf8b_078CvrxPtFc52lDi58zCE2d0ELgRTcmuln6mKPweWsz4_bKSRIhaidTQ98o29rYSfrkGosT_VddQt6YOnAN/s1600/goFysYOURSELF.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimvBop16ll4qlbQwMZcELUidMB6kU-4r1lYcvXQYl57223AVw1pf8b_078CvrxPtFc52lDi58zCE2d0ELgRTcmuln6mKPweWsz4_bKSRIhaidTQ98o29rYSfrkGosT_VddQt6YOnAN/s320/goFysYOURSELF.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489072432441723250" /></a><br /><br />It's 23:43. I'm listening to <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r93CoC1N_SA"><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">this</span></span></a> and I've drank enough tea and coffee to leave myself cruisin' through that strange zone where you're not sure what you need; food, water, sleep or just simply to vomit. Or less simply, all bodily functions at once. <br /><br />It's summer, I'm not quite as char-grilled as I'd like, but I've still got time on my side. I've not received a single insect bite, I've slept in a tent a few times and I've probably drank enough vodka to fell a Russian baby. I haven't read any books for a while, but I have made a few cakes. I've planted some herbs and some spinach. I've made friends with some Geese. Shoes are an unnecessary accessory (until I full-on trod on a screw in the vegetable patch. Schooled me somewhat.) and my hair has successfully achieved the shade of "faded tangerine". Need more time in the sea. Sand exfoliation and unbridled naughtiness are the keys to centuries of victory. <br /><br />It's now 00:32. I'm listening to <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PAJCUGD6FtM"><span style="font-weight:bold;">this</span></a> and I don't think I'll be able to sleep. In all honesty I had an iced black americano and two cups of tea, but I'm a complete and utter pussy when it comes to stimulants. (Caffeine is the furthest I've been/will go incase you were wondering.) My laptop battery is running low and the sheer heat it's kicking out may be enough to kickstart a nuclear reactor. <br /><br />Tomorrow I will go back to work, where I'll undoubtedly complain lots and spill fucking cow's milk everywhere (including on myself, to further propel my rage) because my mind will be more concerned with when I'll next be down the beach. Or looking at a bumblebee.young buckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03083639665049663669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2618688401621539136.post-81514344699592383232010-06-29T15:57:00.001-07:002010-06-30T16:45:14.938-07:00End of an EraIt's the end of an era.
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<br />I no longer have a guru/badman/oracle/chef/villainous bezzin to pester whenever. The <a href="http://bakedeliciouscake.blogspot.com/">badman</a> has gone back to his lair up north, where my path to his retreat is a perilous 4 hour voyage into the unknown, rather than a 20-minute mosey into his recent nag-champa and lentil riddled abode of unknown that I have been familiar with for the past three years.
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<br />Okay, this new reality may not seem so bad. I definitely took for granted the fact that the hermit oracle of myth was essentially on my doorstep, rather than up the mountain jewelled with brimstone. Retrieving nuggs of enlightenment and damn good braised tofu will be easy no more; I must from now on rely on the power of satellites, carrier pigeons and/or charged crystals. Strapped onto the pigeons for added potency.
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<br />I think we gave him a nice send-off. The weather was lovely, we had a little campfire where he came into his own. He became the real man I'd only heard rumours about. The fire was made with sheer testosterone only, potates were baked, guitars were strummed and songs were sung, yet the sweaty overcrowded tent was too much for the manly man, he quickly and quietly scarpered back to landlubber house-comfort. The pussy.
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<br />The rest of us were man enough to deal with the wet, sweat, farts and loud loud rain. I swam into consciousness to find myself with a swollen head and epic victory sweats. It wasn't all bad though. I rewarded everyone with tasty vegan corn scone-muffin-scones (infiltrating my friends with vegan treats is never hard) and we all went to the beach.
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<br />MAN WONG, I WILL MISS YOU. I didn't think about it at the time, but I really will. It's totally okay though, we'll visit and stuff. It's just gay it can't really be on a whim.
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<br />I KNOW YOU'LL GET BORED OF NORFOLK AND YOU'LL BE BACK. YOU'RE A SCOUNDREL AND A NASTY PIECE OF WORK.young buckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03083639665049663669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2618688401621539136.post-30247431214978718562010-06-26T15:17:00.001-07:002010-06-26T15:20:01.097-07:00Wassup gaizLook, I drew a nice little picture for my bad-man friend's story "The Gourmand and the Ogre". I hope you enjoy his tale <a href="http://bakedeliciouscake.blogspot.com/2010/04/gourmand-and-ogre.html">here</a>, <a href="http://bakedeliciouscake.blogspot.com/2010/04/gourmand-and-ogre.html">here</a> and <a href="http://bakedeliciouscake.blogspot.com/2010/04/gourmand-and-ogre.html">HERE</a>young buckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03083639665049663669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2618688401621539136.post-12054245161807778732010-06-26T05:35:00.000-07:002010-06-26T05:41:47.078-07:00dans le jardin avec mes amis<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2Yvpw_jJoAit7XLwcppV0dv3-MONLkMOAn7TIaKKE2ZxZj1hCzsa_oNcWEyd4KHD1ZR5PBJECxTxU5Mr_0u7DFqxKNcjU9ajuYsi9a7asDmF0NfxWsVcBh82yToXwUvZrBOJEwD1Q/s1600/15062010608.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2Yvpw_jJoAit7XLwcppV0dv3-MONLkMOAn7TIaKKE2ZxZj1hCzsa_oNcWEyd4KHD1ZR5PBJECxTxU5Mr_0u7DFqxKNcjU9ajuYsi9a7asDmF0NfxWsVcBh82yToXwUvZrBOJEwD1Q/s320/15062010608.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487061667247521186" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIuHslhhT5auFtt5mTJrfWM9MCAQACcSDEJdLEMpvqnXZ02bj9J7MhSc2MB3SutheJ1fA6wIX9wkik0bycWb710-8V6w6QTRmkvPK6Q06boVNkpaG3n_Huh2uRC7EIIvU32G6exyjB/s1600/24052010539.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIuHslhhT5auFtt5mTJrfWM9MCAQACcSDEJdLEMpvqnXZ02bj9J7MhSc2MB3SutheJ1fA6wIX9wkik0bycWb710-8V6w6QTRmkvPK6Q06boVNkpaG3n_Huh2uRC7EIIvU32G6exyjB/s320/24052010539.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487061389106661954" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsDcZTPc7GLcmQ0Vxjkf8pq-fy5Yru_oMDHQB9xxL7IpHFxq874xgiFHxpSC6vFaVel7ka8FzIxFHe9q9_32cQpV3ZnA8kZNCPvsHsjkak_ErSX6hyphenhyphenYwJutCxZsfq5wLgwpYeiFD8z/s1600/15062010613.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsDcZTPc7GLcmQ0Vxjkf8pq-fy5Yru_oMDHQB9xxL7IpHFxq874xgiFHxpSC6vFaVel7ka8FzIxFHe9q9_32cQpV3ZnA8kZNCPvsHsjkak_ErSX6hyphenhyphenYwJutCxZsfq5wLgwpYeiFD8z/s320/15062010613.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487061131464524498" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOs-9gVUVr0GhmMUHdVqwelUAKS4fJqkdbR5vkxg6S9voNxONMrA0CAPG8CoQ9Hqq8AAPgB50Qtugx6OgPfZLQfBdg7hUQdX5T5rctBKtrZk29IwHyJ2InEks90TKUD7KQKTs74M_m/s1600/15062010617.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOs-9gVUVr0GhmMUHdVqwelUAKS4fJqkdbR5vkxg6S9voNxONMrA0CAPG8CoQ9Hqq8AAPgB50Qtugx6OgPfZLQfBdg7hUQdX5T5rctBKtrZk29IwHyJ2InEks90TKUD7KQKTs74M_m/s320/15062010617.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487060974700046962" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVrLoI4-PVkqkk3hT27K6ndFwn_iWUj7G3plJCjsY94x0gLH0VD3uPrIGHV4Gimh851cs2R_dAetiaHZfWtdCYJhSBgSccmqutu8D0u8dOl8xgctCVtsVs712qbBnRtKmIB1rXKt7B/s1600/15062010607.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVrLoI4-PVkqkk3hT27K6ndFwn_iWUj7G3plJCjsY94x0gLH0VD3uPrIGHV4Gimh851cs2R_dAetiaHZfWtdCYJhSBgSccmqutu8D0u8dOl8xgctCVtsVs712qbBnRtKmIB1rXKt7B/s320/15062010607.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487060769333503874" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqkRY91L0fiR-Kx_VbxjF12Ob1PGftk6Qn3W5AiRyW_LaZpYE45fGlty6r6kU9Zn4d5b_uCVRJ4pWMOjUfYIoeYz2xhbiC1NCvnfAMdUHO4w4iqN4YwKV779SObtMJoEYPuK5BNIoA/s1600/02062010555.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqkRY91L0fiR-Kx_VbxjF12Ob1PGftk6Qn3W5AiRyW_LaZpYE45fGlty6r6kU9Zn4d5b_uCVRJ4pWMOjUfYIoeYz2xhbiC1NCvnfAMdUHO4w4iqN4YwKV779SObtMJoEYPuK5BNIoA/s320/02062010555.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487060400128924386" /></a>young buckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03083639665049663669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2618688401621539136.post-24599952168841236352010-05-30T15:02:00.000-07:002010-06-04T15:32:16.436-07:00<div style="text-align: left;">Fuck guys. It's been too long. Working full-time in a poxy coffee shop serving the old, sick, dying or a delightful mix of the lot (not out of choice, unfortunately they seem to make up the population of Fareham), has pushed my thought and creativity into a tiny box and into a dark cupboard so I can cope with the depressing, mundane and bullshit that every day throws at me. Seriously, there is NO eyecandy whatsoever, and every fuck who comes in has something to complain about while I sweat it out, froth up cow secretions with steam and inescapably burn myself in the massive greenhouse this hell hole is situated in, surrounded by milling consumer shit-twats. People of Fareham, think for your fucking selves and get your fucking MINDS back!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div>Hopefully that little rant put into perspective just how much of a ruiner retail is. But it's cool, I'll give you a little update of what's happened since I been gone.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI67kp2Q4eQLyogB_YYyA4mMUNEyJ-EKDpZYq_9O3n7Ry2x2gPEqoLyuZf0CnhLkr9sck66tZuQPAUgYODrTCJAImYRpMmBDd4vR5A6q18zcl3LuUGz57d7sQApWkB2WRScaeRhGP5/s320/IMG_3552.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477189133123013954" /><div><br /></div><div>So, I turned 21. Fuck. Numerically an adult, mentally dumber than ever. Quite a shock, really. When I was 10 I never thought I'd make it to 20, let alone 21. Anyway, I got the BEST present ever from my Nan: a basket of fruit and a basket of veg. What a hero! I also made myself cakes as I doubted anyone I knew could make a vegan cake. I made a lemon and coconut cake and a chocolate orange one. They were both pretty much delish, even if I do say so myself.</div><div><br /></div><div>Also, in total fucking breaking news, there are Geese in the garden. Mum thought she'd be a hero and get four, three-week-old baby geese. Holy fuck, every time I look at them something inside me breaks, they're so cute! She came home with them maybe a month ago, and in that time they've doubled in size! But I will make a special photo entry of them all at a later date, they need all the attention I can get them.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje_zxnIqwwc0qIpk5ZteAFMOp0pKPtC8rIHXyyX4915itoM1qseC_E2y6nBT7hGLsTTfgT318jYtlbWyaWzRnfgtdjww_njDbhX-c0GWufGuBuCdyTTUsZXyLdzGben_PNWYLXiSoO/s1600/10052010460.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje_zxnIqwwc0qIpk5ZteAFMOp0pKPtC8rIHXyyX4915itoM1qseC_E2y6nBT7hGLsTTfgT318jYtlbWyaWzRnfgtdjww_njDbhX-c0GWufGuBuCdyTTUsZXyLdzGben_PNWYLXiSoO/s320/10052010460.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479036354114795538" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Okay, actually, I'll speak of them a bit more; we were looking to rescue some geese to give a good home here at the ranch/asylum, but we looked for ages to no avail, so one day mum just came back with four little ba-bas. A couple of weeks ago, she got a response to an ad she put up ages ago, seeking anyone who wanted to give their geese to a good home. The lady ended up coming over an hour later with two big-un's with socks over their heads and pretty much doing a runner. They're one year old, and hand raised and hatched by her, but they were ruining her bushes or something. Stupid people. But anyway, their names are Gwen and Eider and Gwen fucking <i>loves </i>me. He follows me everywhere, stands next to me when I sunbathe and comes into my kitchen. Only downside? If I give him eye-contact or touch him he tries to give me the goose love. Not cool. But who can blame him? Nah I kid, I don't see why it's me! Maybe it's because I don't smell of animal graveyard? More photos to come.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_5iPJiNMgmjMUi18Jy5YM05RJJe7JVmrypAKkQxLh1nOJkuDUBFqnYQVRw7sb5fGAdytZN-wzIiv1OlxnZdUNooE4nKuQNCIKf6WafN2qeSGebGkKC2s3FbzEzZOekVbwljPqBXZt/s1600/21052010501.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_5iPJiNMgmjMUi18Jy5YM05RJJe7JVmrypAKkQxLh1nOJkuDUBFqnYQVRw7sb5fGAdytZN-wzIiv1OlxnZdUNooE4nKuQNCIKf6WafN2qeSGebGkKC2s3FbzEzZOekVbwljPqBXZt/s320/21052010501.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479045084709231986" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>A while back, I attended the <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.wdail.org">"World Day for Animals in Laboratories"</a> march in London. It was my first march/protest, and definitely not the last. I had no idea what to expect, and was, to be totally honest, rather scared. But it was a great day; it felt like a catalyst. It was pretty heavy because all day the reality of the horrors of what we do to animals was too much to bear... Especially when we stopped at Trafalgar Square and the drummers beat the "dun....... dun........ dun......" of the funeral march for part of the way. Here, it really hit home how sick we are to be capable of causing such unnecessary suffering and violence, across all spectrums. But there is hope. The positives outweighed my upset, it was great to see so many people (2000ish?) with the same hope to stop animal suffering.</div><div><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXzoSlyJbuZu_d1tCzBC-nlny2ngKydp6Mq3yMUwMBRowZBE-HAwUKqQPKBgP5vA_B0wg0fLS7dMLGmrP1UFwdItwdAP41HDzQaQ5Hh47SovctZN6-wjILVnTcCYzZKvCXoI2YBp1N/s320/24042010395.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477193148220142306" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Hmm, okay, not a lot else of note has happened really! Really regret not keeping up-to-date with mah blogz, would have been a lot more detailed and coherent if I had. Wanted to write a massive thang about the march, but my laptop was out of action. But it's okay, I promise I'm back! </div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo7RzjyOmYrvuw7I3pPNphbcdti8vTT_WrFXuvtx5xt1cOMI6hCYCU05Redq1UPT9HmbssxoRZ8IWFhrIF9X0XcQxQwrI0srZJd6nO0vi-y9o6eHldLx54UCC-bv3w_h6fcC_wkErK/s1600/20052010500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo7RzjyOmYrvuw7I3pPNphbcdti8vTT_WrFXuvtx5xt1cOMI6hCYCU05Redq1UPT9HmbssxoRZ8IWFhrIF9X0XcQxQwrI0srZJd6nO0vi-y9o6eHldLx54UCC-bv3w_h6fcC_wkErK/s320/20052010500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479048977254169042" /></a>young buckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03083639665049663669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2618688401621539136.post-78788013143115604742010-05-12T15:07:00.000-07:002010-05-12T15:09:02.144-07:00BREAKING NEWSMy laptop/best friend has been down for the past couple of weeks, due to a fuck off trojan that I some how obtained. What a douche. Unfortunately, a lot of interesting things have happened while this misfortune befell me.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Fear the onslaught of many updates in the coming days.</div>young buckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03083639665049663669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2618688401621539136.post-2207469392014219262010-04-11T15:32:00.001-07:002010-04-11T16:04:25.007-07:00Good nom nomIn secret I have been papping some of my baked vegan delights, in the hope that I'd make a lovely little post about each, as they so rightfully deserve, but unfortunately it has come to this. A food porn post. So, here we go!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwXJrGquVdIqCxQtE6pafsGg3JnODN15C7_GQze6OCygmv83S-zMOCBZWCfZYoc_txRlRibH7XrARsiFsWNaK2awCEEb_YZruFIGRJDA0COG4swwu1yiJ77FfKGnDVr4lS_jfE2t7l/s1600/IMG_3443.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwXJrGquVdIqCxQtE6pafsGg3JnODN15C7_GQze6OCygmv83S-zMOCBZWCfZYoc_txRlRibH7XrARsiFsWNaK2awCEEb_YZruFIGRJDA0COG4swwu1yiJ77FfKGnDVr4lS_jfE2t7l/s320/IMG_3443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459012060725583794" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Wonderful little polenta pizzas.<br />The polenta chunxx were massive, but tasty nonetheless.<br />Think next time I'll make my own polenta though...</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCNla9ji4yhKeTRZG6HKPFYOSzv61L6Lne9OlcGwgfrD_gplAOx9CCcqDMl-NpMJ0GDSfYGj73u_tEsAijnh_Qf8bu5E1XEK4bzFfkhzS8y_KN4nqjpwOMtqLVL_i6vbltcAKncceG/s1600/IMG_3528.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCNla9ji4yhKeTRZG6HKPFYOSzv61L6Lne9OlcGwgfrD_gplAOx9CCcqDMl-NpMJ0GDSfYGj73u_tEsAijnh_Qf8bu5E1XEK4bzFfkhzS8y_KN4nqjpwOMtqLVL_i6vbltcAKncceG/s320/IMG_3528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459012428446047042" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Date, cranberry and nut bar. </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><br />I make a load and hoik one out of the freezer<br />if I can't be bothered to make something</span>..<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Right, because these are soo delish and delightful and easy, I'm going to do my first recipe!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Delectable date and nut bar</span><br /><br />This recipe is pretty haphazard, add as much of whatever or take out/add what you like. It's just important that it has enough sticky stuff to set nicely and not fall apart. You'll see what I mean...<br /><br />Ingredients:<br /><ul><li>3/4 cup walnuts</li><li>2/3 cup chopped dates (chop them yourself!)</li><li>1/2 cup brazil nuts</li><li>1/4 cup almonds</li><li>1/8 cup pumpkin seeds, sesame seeds, flax seeds and sunflower seeds (all mixed together)</li><li>1/4 cup porridge oats</li><li>1/4 cup cranberries</li><li>1/3 cup vegan margerine</li><li>1 and half tbs cocoa powder</li><li>2 tbs sugar or a healthy squeeze of agave nectar</li><li>Clingfilm, or something similar, to wrap them in</li></ul>Method:<br /><ul><li>Throw everything except the margerine, cocoa powder, sugar/agave and... clingfilm into a food processor (if you're lazy) or chop them by hand. You only want to break them up into little-ish bits, not paste them!</li><li>Melt the butter in a relatively large saucepan, and add the cocoa powder and sugar or agave until all liquid-y<br /></li><li>Take the pan off the heat and throw the busted nuts and fruits. Mix until well combined.</li><li>Pull out some clingfilm onto your counter top and put enough mixture in to make a nice-sized bar. Make them into nice packages, it's better if you compact them with your hands as you go, it makes them easier to eat after.</li></ul>Store these bad guys in the freezer right up until the desire to demolish one takes you!<br /><br />And finally, my most lovely little creations that made me weep with pride and taste-sensation, my very own vegan bakewell tarts! And an almond and cranberry loaf for good measure!!<br /><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-X1gu7ppESLJ9dDHuFXxGdR-Yqt0ZatPWkaALpjpEaILT-Q9BvH30vrxkQ5WEZX9Gl-qTFGuTFmwn29S05Lth_rSOlFhmB9jlzi_9Qt_lU9SDd3E49S60h5KLwVCVv3_bRyhX-71w/s1600/IMG_3530.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-X1gu7ppESLJ9dDHuFXxGdR-Yqt0ZatPWkaALpjpEaILT-Q9BvH30vrxkQ5WEZX9Gl-qTFGuTFmwn29S05Lth_rSOlFhmB9jlzi_9Qt_lU9SDd3E49S60h5KLwVCVv3_bRyhX-71w/s320/IMG_3530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459017751013568546" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">For a day or so I'd bee craving almonds, maybe I needed some vitamin E or whatever almonds are good for. So to totally thwart the goodness my body wanted, I had the bright idea of making these sugary little sods. I did use ground almond in the cake mix, and the almond loaf had loads of whole almonds in. They were really fun to make, I'll definitely make them again. I didn't realise how easy pastry is to make!<br /><br />I made some almond milk too, to wash the three I claimed down with. Can't quite get the milk right though, it's tasty but not quite enough. I add some cinnamon and some agave nectar, but it's a little too watery so all the taste goes to the bottom, even if you mix it. I'm sure I'll get it right one day though.<br /></div></div>young buckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03083639665049663669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2618688401621539136.post-34317963154392551242010-04-10T17:31:00.000-07:002010-04-10T18:05:55.549-07:00Thiz iz mah time to shineSo, yet again, it has been a while. Blog, I am a terrible mother.<br /><br />Anyway. It's half one in the night time. I have handed my notice in at my awesome job in the nut shop to go back to coffee heaven. Fuck. Money is a killer. Doing things you don't want to do so you can just... Well. Get money. Yep. I'm going to be a supervisor. How the fuck do I know how to tell people what to do? I don't. Shiiit. It's going to be a tough one. But I'll only be there for a while... Ehhh.<br /><br />The recent sun and recent discovery of <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UbdiCDsilCs&feature=related">Tinariwen </a>have made me want to live in the desert and/or get myself a bad-ass turban. Shiiit. Iive added Africa to the list of places I want to go. The Sahara, Moroccan bazzars. Spices, tea and sun. I want endless sunnn.<br /><br />I hope it's sunny on my two days off. I've been craving sun and fruit and berries like a mother-f. All winter I've wanted carbs and nuts. Oh how the tables have turned. Oh ho hoooo.<br /><br />Yeah. Definitely need a turban.young buckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03083639665049663669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2618688401621539136.post-6682026973676331142010-03-26T15:41:00.000-07:002010-03-26T16:03:53.678-07:00Abandoned Hospital and Chilli.Broke into an abandoned hospital the other night, here are photos:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO0BZrXgJLa8DHvUqoM-rKL4_R6DeOluYcoAGaoUrTdVhQ7e8LdShNQ-oGEQBHZXBV-ZmaB21GYPzfEBa3mW4mF34D9Klfi7e0K1pUo9jMECqdH_rbBmqLqVDrY6l-45hPvwchm-iQ/s1600/IMG_3472.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO0BZrXgJLa8DHvUqoM-rKL4_R6DeOluYcoAGaoUrTdVhQ7e8LdShNQ-oGEQBHZXBV-ZmaB21GYPzfEBa3mW4mF34D9Klfi7e0K1pUo9jMECqdH_rbBmqLqVDrY6l-45hPvwchm-iQ/s320/IMG_3472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453076776353859458" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwok-96JwzdxQuKg97OLGQvq1_lbC9pORDwqDhfgOc-D-pBHwAWYme5SZ5S0U0pZ-prKdRbW_PJe22Y598mLVsSfcdHpPfT7RtoN0q_Cn5o042kvkYBQWKa8-EZ6i04cKINd4DALeT/s1600/IMG_3475.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwok-96JwzdxQuKg97OLGQvq1_lbC9pORDwqDhfgOc-D-pBHwAWYme5SZ5S0U0pZ-prKdRbW_PJe22Y598mLVsSfcdHpPfT7RtoN0q_Cn5o042kvkYBQWKa8-EZ6i04cKINd4DALeT/s320/IMG_3475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453077869051628642" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXtjBX7w-MQugqGYMbdswVjEkyleFICV-uP1VY6auoCwMl4o6nXeSpC3CDCjnh_fkTyTlQd5Zl6Eh_2Syn_LtKsLcAb9ov2DjDP68k7I3Fn7swsS0xqxCKPax7DoOQX8uaNmtnQ9KQ/s1600/IMG_3477.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXtjBX7w-MQugqGYMbdswVjEkyleFICV-uP1VY6auoCwMl4o6nXeSpC3CDCjnh_fkTyTlQd5Zl6Eh_2Syn_LtKsLcAb9ov2DjDP68k7I3Fn7swsS0xqxCKPax7DoOQX8uaNmtnQ9KQ/s320/IMG_3477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453077119417745810" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ928BiJ1iNJaepKzVciAQCqhpqSI6jleAY3z8PTkzLrg5gq_iGY-es9hBe01YBaBOVDGKXQwgx7rX0TbaqZQ-Otm4QHuebdwNezOgIe2oT09OehXgtOgjnYIjHcb3eRWKeGl8pFMU/s1600/IMG_3478.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ928BiJ1iNJaepKzVciAQCqhpqSI6jleAY3z8PTkzLrg5gq_iGY-es9hBe01YBaBOVDGKXQwgx7rX0TbaqZQ-Otm4QHuebdwNezOgIe2oT09OehXgtOgjnYIjHcb3eRWKeGl8pFMU/s320/IMG_3478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453077412946426194" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNMIJD8YCOada4KFUTf0H2O84_B2Hqnm_RDZegSiB1Md7AQtgwEm0i-da2QShNLLq-Z60rp-TPTRVKoJH7mIMjV0FtMyCCpUpbZ_U0Q-3QiLrJpT5WYLfqDlXm_FuA4vzaEIQw5Fy0/s1600/IMG_3482.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNMIJD8YCOada4KFUTf0H2O84_B2Hqnm_RDZegSiB1Md7AQtgwEm0i-da2QShNLLq-Z60rp-TPTRVKoJH7mIMjV0FtMyCCpUpbZ_U0Q-3QiLrJpT5WYLfqDlXm_FuA4vzaEIQw5Fy0/s320/IMG_3482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453078430502647698" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUmpQtIKQ3z_-eDlH9kY7VAsLxjao9G4NcweUntd2TgREE51Q2_vmIJdPOeXRoPPG9qNY4XDUJtZJ4sYZPdOOY7ZKLDiloE6zYtgV8DXUuj86qu9ohbvc6jlsAwDMQiZjjXlJaTZCF/s1600/IMG_3494.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUmpQtIKQ3z_-eDlH9kY7VAsLxjao9G4NcweUntd2TgREE51Q2_vmIJdPOeXRoPPG9qNY4XDUJtZJ4sYZPdOOY7ZKLDiloE6zYtgV8DXUuj86qu9ohbvc6jlsAwDMQiZjjXlJaTZCF/s320/IMG_3494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453078994816901954" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRJ_q05SP1Oxd6YjZfiIyCHIf8NGrltCS5qxTrfTF9qBbm7iMgUxMkuNiToNAPQ8ohHKS3KDPqAckaw3HvgFF57lv2zVv0KS_N20VpSt5WE-5xFm_9RrkAhbRGfGAjzmC8tI_U9PN7/s1600/IMG_3499.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRJ_q05SP1Oxd6YjZfiIyCHIf8NGrltCS5qxTrfTF9qBbm7iMgUxMkuNiToNAPQ8ohHKS3KDPqAckaw3HvgFF57lv2zVv0KS_N20VpSt5WE-5xFm_9RrkAhbRGfGAjzmC8tI_U9PN7/s320/IMG_3499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453079426998700210" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghnmwxAT4xe-_FoXnnFxwsfzuaJtt6OeD0jYfPjn6_sMwvDI-LjuEZxeUdohbF7WUvu2bY2585KiBvOYUW4UT5l3-o4hSg99Z-kw5_NT8edULBYFfbvOALwqrxZf2ffa4HC1O3a2NJ/s1600/IMG_3507.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghnmwxAT4xe-_FoXnnFxwsfzuaJtt6OeD0jYfPjn6_sMwvDI-LjuEZxeUdohbF7WUvu2bY2585KiBvOYUW4UT5l3-o4hSg99Z-kw5_NT8edULBYFfbvOALwqrxZf2ffa4HC1O3a2NJ/s320/IMG_3507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453080179632005410" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Wonderful.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Also, made amazing chilli for dinner tonight. With delicious spicy millet and some wholemeal flatbreads that I lovingly squished flat with my own hands, in the absence of a rolling pin. So delish it deserves it's own photo:<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUe4CFRujFrk7jEf1lq5yuEhs5-Usf3ZHk9sdPHuNbG9K9VslT_p-z1ueN1Eg9Vf3JJK2UeGUbYRkI4TEgeEbDqJfAUylzWtiQtLNPgFGhrIqF14j9QSPD0BmjwqisFKiCdsMSa0fl/s1600/IMG_3511.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUe4CFRujFrk7jEf1lq5yuEhs5-Usf3ZHk9sdPHuNbG9K9VslT_p-z1ueN1Eg9Vf3JJK2UeGUbYRkI4TEgeEbDqJfAUylzWtiQtLNPgFGhrIqF14j9QSPD0BmjwqisFKiCdsMSa0fl/s320/IMG_3511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453081424578921986" border="0" /></a></div>young buckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03083639665049663669noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2618688401621539136.post-75885504149194163792010-03-20T13:40:00.000-07:002010-03-20T16:10:56.930-07:00Information overload at the Brighton vegan fair....Really nearly didn't go to the <a href="http://brighton.ecoveggiefayre.co.uk/">fair</a> today. Going with just me myself and I like a loser was daunting, it was piddling it down with rain, missed the train by two seconds so I had an hour wait and got kind of lost, somehow. But I made it and it was well worth it!<br /><br />The thing I noticed first about the place? The smell of nutritional yeast. Wow. Love that smell! And the smell of wonderful spiced veg and grains, lovely! No carcass here, thanks!<br /><br />The lone ranger thing kind of sucked for the first ten minutes, wandering around like some lost lamb, but I got over my douche-ness and started talking to people. The first guy I spoke to was an incredible guy from the <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.veganorganic.net">Vegan Organic Network</a> who grew all his vegetables and plants without manure or chemical fertilisers, just other plants and legumes! Mind. Blown. So, even the<span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>vegetables I eat have something to do with animals! They're grown in their poo! Especially if they're organic! And the vegetables take up the antibiotics and nonsese that the farm animals are fed, because obviously it all comes out in their poo. Food for thought there! Yuck! Atleast I/we are trying though... If only I had a working vegetable patch!<br /><br />Spent alot of time talking to a girl from Sea Shepherd, really cool. Bought a badass canvas bag, and I'll look into volunteering. Also spoke to some hunt saboteurs, who I'll definitely volunteer for, there have been a few hunts around here recently and I don't want to let them get away with it.<br />It was truly bizarre to talk to people about veganism and the state of the world. Every person I spoke to had the same views as me! It was like I'd died and gone to heaven! I spoke to the guy from <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.thehealthyvegandvd.com">The Healthy Vegan</a> who had been vegan for 15 years. We spoke about the health benefits and just how crazy meat eaters are... This might seem like I got total cheap thrills over this, but I just don't have any people I know who think as I do, so it was so so so weird to talk to people who thought the same!<br /><br />I spoke to alot of other stalls, all of which were super interesting and opened my mind even more about animal rights, <a href="http://www.facebook.com/?ref=home#%21/group.php?gid=112591444650&ref=search&sid=748587769.1832646547..1">Sussex Action For Animals</a> being one I will get involved in when I live there! But now I'll talk about foooood.<br />Food glorious food. Tried an apple crumble cupcake from the ladies from <a href="http://www.tohappyvegans.com/wordpress/">To Happy Vegans</a>, really delicious, but it had a slightly chemically aftertaste! Sorry guys!<br /><br />There was a crazy family stall downstairs at the back, I didn't get a leaflet to see who they were, but the mum bakes loaf upon loaf upon loaf of totally delicious moist dense vegan fruit cake bread stuff! She sells at markets around London, and I would so go all the way up there to buy another one! I bought an apple, plum and oat cake and some peanut, seaweed, almond and soy milk. Oh my god, it tastes like angels. It's really thick and sweet and wonderful. Made me feel SUPER after just a mouthful! I could feel it making my insides happy. I'm going to try making some. Not my own, sicko! Lamenting the thought of running out of that milk and cake though. Serious rationing with those!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj8oxB4DgPiEmomh8OMM6JmRuJXtpyFFQv6ycORTrbJL5iAsmjDfRQ79DQeT3TyANxFdJt_NXi1OTX-COgTZW6VlrViU2LRNJQjpbcB9BMejQ5PS0UPkGl8IrrBwzdKKiZZ5grc4rt/s1600-h/IMG_3469.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj8oxB4DgPiEmomh8OMM6JmRuJXtpyFFQv6ycORTrbJL5iAsmjDfRQ79DQeT3TyANxFdJt_NXi1OTX-COgTZW6VlrViU2LRNJQjpbcB9BMejQ5PS0UPkGl8IrrBwzdKKiZZ5grc4rt/s320/IMG_3469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450853917950830146" border="0" /></a><br /><br />One last thing before I finish what I started on the train back home. Yes, I fell asleep, mouth wide open, catching flies, BY MYSELF, on the train home. And my brain is screaming for sweet slumber. But I cannot sleep until I let you know about <a href="http://auntyjee.moonfruit.com/">Aunty Jee</a>. Holy mother of fuck. I can safely say that I fucking love curry, I've had a few too many in my day. Hers is the best I have ever tried. I had some Soy madras and some aubergine curry as tasters, nearly cried into her daughter's arms about how good it is, and then had to buy a curry wrap about it. Seriously delightful. They don't use preservatives, flavours or cream or ghee or any nonsense at all whatsoever and you can really taste it. I am going to dream about that curry tonight. They only sell it in health stores with freezers, I think. There's a store locator on the sight anyway. I honestly suggest you go out right now and get some. Your life isn't complete without!<br /><br />Ah, I wanted to write a better blog about how awesome today was, but I didn't realise I'd be so tired when I got in! Hooo! Hopefully you got the gist though. I'll post more links at a later date, mate.young buckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03083639665049663669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2618688401621539136.post-80839280213072806922010-03-17T06:52:00.000-07:002010-03-17T07:06:10.731-07:00BOOOM chug chuga chug chuggaaaa TSSS<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRFRYCbnqR1rgWEx3BHbEKPkoc1-bVta8VV9AsgjZdSPzHYtFt7gK7ecrNV6TJwfp0e00G4m8S4fa7H89nQsipzvWYXBFytIXa_81JGD1A-p7MxZ9IRixKX1_arX7r1qsx9TApZYRO/s1600-h/4840507.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRFRYCbnqR1rgWEx3BHbEKPkoc1-bVta8VV9AsgjZdSPzHYtFt7gK7ecrNV6TJwfp0e00G4m8S4fa7H89nQsipzvWYXBFytIXa_81JGD1A-p7MxZ9IRixKX1_arX7r1qsx9TApZYRO/s320/4840507.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449601006840953042" border="0" /></a><br />H'ooh, it's been an alrighttt weeekkkk. Went to Sussex Uni on Saturday for the admissions day. As always, me and mum were late and mum was an anti social bint (bless her). Really looking forward to going there, the lecturers are really quirky and awesome (one has a total <span style="font-style: italic;">thing </span>for bats) and most of the students are total hippies. Yesss. Ohh, one awesome thing! When they did lunch, which was a massive table of sandwiches, none of which I could eat, I asked someone if there was any vegan stuff and he ran off and got me a MASSIVE plate of DELICIOUS mushroom risotto, and was totally pleased with himself about it. 100000000 brownie points, sir. I think he was a lecturer also, ahaha. Awesome stuff!<br /><br />Monday night we went to see A Day To Remember, which was the nutz. I've not been to a kind of hardcore gig before, most of the bands I've seen are crazy in their own way, but not in a hardcore way. Either way, it was too much fucking fun for me to handle. BASS RELEASE?! IN R.L.? Holy mother of diddly. What a sound! My nose still hurts from where I'm pretty sure it came close to being broken, but oh well. Awesome night nonetheless!<br /><br />Saw my bad man friend Ben last night, who is the only person I know who can cook tofu properly! What a man.<br /><br />The weather has been lovely recently, really sunny and warm and a little taster of the summer, I hope. Shit's still pretty weak here, no money, need a new job, but atleast I'm happy. If it all goes tits up, all I've got to do it wade through until October 1st, where I will flee to sunny Brighton.<br /><br />Made some pretty shit-hot-swish food recently, too. I'll do a massive food porn-photo-dump later if time lets me. Ciao for niaoyoung buckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03083639665049663669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2618688401621539136.post-66870571767565345962010-03-09T12:44:00.000-08:002010-03-09T13:29:35.352-08:00Yet another new beginningOkay okay, I've got a bit of explaining to do, guys!<br /><br />Basically the last few weeks have been shit. I've been bottling my prob-lames up, which were pretty big, to no avail, only bullshit, and it's dragged me and a couple of others down too. But it's cool! I have <span style="font-style: italic;">hopefully</span> learnt not to sweep shit under the carpet and tell everyone the issues-for-tissues when they arise. Who wants to guess what the problems were to do with? Go on?...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">MONEY!!!<br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Hooray, 100 points and a pat on the back! <span style="font-style: italic;">And </span>a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">lollypop</span> for behaving so nicely!<br /><br />It's really gotten me down, "civilisation" has done me in, all the baggage, all the cruelty, all the violence, all the "I'm more important than you, so you can suffer" ethic which spreads thickly like a fucking "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">foi</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">gras</span>" pate across our lovely planet. People exploit animals and people exploit people, and not many people do much to stop it. War, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">speciesism</span>, racism, sexism <span style="font-style: italic;">mannerism... </span>When does it end? I've felt <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">alot</span> of negativity, not <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">alot</span> of positivity over the past couple of weeks. But through it all, the amazing weather and the beauty of the "little things" have helped me. We may be in a shit situation, but guys, we're in it together. It's the little things that really make things great if stuff is bleak.<br /><br />I was in the field a few days ago and the sunshine was so lovely that I fell asleep in the grass! Even though it was freezing cold and a bit wet! I woke up feeling alive! The other night, when I took Herbs out so he could have his routine late-night shit, I thought the starry sky was full of windows, windows to amazing places, but it was the way my cold breath and the light played in it. I came back to earth <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">exhilarated</span>! We've got <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">a lot</span> of things to be grateful for. We've got plants and flowers to smell and see, we've got animals to love, people to smile about, the sun on our skin, the wind in our hair... I could go on but I'll spare you the details, you know where I'm going!<br /><br />Thank fuck for the little things. Without a (sometimes accute) awareness of them, I would still be in the doldrums, being an a-hole and seeing an a-hole in everything. But I got through! Even though I have my last few pounds to last me the month, I feel like, again, I have woken up. What the deuce, I keep falling asleep! But the winter will be over, and there will be more little things to smile about.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">So, </span>the details for you. I am going to spend less time pissing my life away on the internet, I am going to make things and sell things, I am going to get involved in vegan groups so I can have vegan friends to shoot the shit with (if I can find vegan friends!), I am going to make vegan cupcakes and hopefully find someone to supply them to, I am going to try my darndest with this blog because I really enjoy rambling, and hopefully I am going to get a full time job, to make that fucking stupid thing that I need to get off this island! <span style="font-style: italic;">Money! </span>Shit, how did such apparently intelligent beings get into this state? Giving our only thing we have in this life, our <span style="font-style: italic;">time </span>for an object?! Money! Jeeeeezzz!<br /><br />So, watch out. Watch out for more vegan "rants", more vegan cupcakes and more vegan insights. Veganism is love and all you need is just that.... Love. LOL.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div></div>young buckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03083639665049663669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2618688401621539136.post-38682729729901988132010-03-01T16:24:00.000-08:002010-03-01T16:30:10.425-08:00right, that's it.<br />i am done with humanity and all it's bullshit<br />i am going to live in a tree.young buckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03083639665049663669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2618688401621539136.post-31624986110165831112010-02-28T15:26:00.000-08:002010-02-28T16:40:22.232-08:00Rub a dub dubIt won't stop raining. And I have some time off work. I go back on Thursday. Eugh, I don't think I can hack it there, I'm such a faffer when it comes to cashing up the till at the end of the day. Too much menial responsibility for me there... Might phone up about the old warehouse job I used to have, that killed off a few braincells. But it's all so I can go to Italy then University, so I guess any damage will be justified in the long run. HURGH<br /><br />Well, anyway, as the weather is utter bollocks, I stayed in my nasty hovel, which, is especially nasty these days. Like some wretched crackwhore, I sit in my filth hole which I haven't cleaned in so long. There's straw all over the floor, it's honestly like a farm in here and I don't care! Not cool!<br /><br />Down to business. Gave the squealers a bath today, I think they loved it, bless them!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGZwliFAZXp8bt6XZWrdfOu7oMvwvnbcq2sgI01Ksjw1rMJp01zkGZzxcKeDWa9Btp4gOmdBhxuM5fK-N71SeQ1Q-ValRylzEsDPDsl5l43_SiCBKmydBpre8f13RQzG21yxMO96pz/s1600-h/IMG_3433.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGZwliFAZXp8bt6XZWrdfOu7oMvwvnbcq2sgI01Ksjw1rMJp01zkGZzxcKeDWa9Btp4gOmdBhxuM5fK-N71SeQ1Q-ValRylzEsDPDsl5l43_SiCBKmydBpre8f13RQzG21yxMO96pz/s320/IMG_3433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443455791393840434" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Okay, totally bedraggled here. But they were making their "happy noises"!</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuiJaXx-mQvCBVITl_xT-1MV_9dLkmXb9I93SOgBGoFEo4nJdWvb5BXi0IZgyeVVHNrHZnTYQ4t-8rQmf4OMPLOUH2c3onSnO93sF0_eJch2MzsUbbb4HaIbkYSWMM2pRdBELWGM2u/s1600-h/IMG_3417.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuiJaXx-mQvCBVITl_xT-1MV_9dLkmXb9I93SOgBGoFEo4nJdWvb5BXi0IZgyeVVHNrHZnTYQ4t-8rQmf4OMPLOUH2c3onSnO93sF0_eJch2MzsUbbb4HaIbkYSWMM2pRdBELWGM2u/s320/IMG_3417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443456632474662418" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Ahh, time off, so lovely. Did a painting last night, for the first time in forever</span>. Stole some of Roma's paints and lied about it, and she instantly found out. She didn't care, and wouldn't have cared, don't actually know why I lied! Fucktard. Been saying mental things recently, must just be MOON MADNESS (yes Rome, another excuse HAHA)<br /><br /></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNWhh4Rp3FZof8CKEcTli-rQ6-D27i_ptgQNtGNXmdRynz-1CfWe-jAAORxDGMflODzRGpMMRO6K6IsKnYOE_k3dScB0UkynuGnqmrR4siWMm9NJNOeBIQ8Jo5BUoaiD243PD2qmQ7/s1600-h/Image198.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNWhh4Rp3FZof8CKEcTli-rQ6-D27i_ptgQNtGNXmdRynz-1CfWe-jAAORxDGMflODzRGpMMRO6K6IsKnYOE_k3dScB0UkynuGnqmrR4siWMm9NJNOeBIQ8Jo5BUoaiD243PD2qmQ7/s320/Image198.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443457522365136706" border="0" /></a><br />It's not finished, going to rip it up and add splashy-splashy, but not too bad for someone who hasn't created anything in a looong time!<br /><br />Another thing. One of the ducks is ill, she has a limp and is being bullied by the other ones. So she's in my bathroom, doing her thing. She's eaten loads. Did I write a something about the chicken dying a week ago? I can't remember... But yeah, what is it with animals I know dying recently?! Hella bad karma?! I hope it stops :|<br /><br />Too tired to continue writing this incoherent bullshit. I'll do a better one or two or three entries before thursday. GOODNIGHHHTT EVERYBODYYYY!!young buckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03083639665049663669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2618688401621539136.post-8566384556872997612010-02-23T12:20:00.001-08:002010-02-23T14:16:17.205-08:00"Play your cards right or Big Blue's gonna kill you in your sleep"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitfl1WEhu_6vbjvbSNfjfla4NLCEE6bqWsf7yMNPT2tgHhVei5lnF6eUbaPhZIRh_pzlacpZirba48faSwviRb05mzvoqVhXUHymuwe6yr92asmIZJvfx40sWANBxmH0eP5GrnDxQB/s1600-h/22155_318983688004_509913004_3655024_1767367_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitfl1WEhu_6vbjvbSNfjfla4NLCEE6bqWsf7yMNPT2tgHhVei5lnF6eUbaPhZIRh_pzlacpZirba48faSwviRb05mzvoqVhXUHymuwe6yr92asmIZJvfx40sWANBxmH0eP5GrnDxQB/s320/22155_318983688004_509913004_3655024_1767367_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441565551871006162" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Me and Roma are badass. get used to it, fooool.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(That's not some wretched skin condition, it's a facepack with paints ontop. BOOYAH)</span><br /></div>young buckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03083639665049663669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2618688401621539136.post-72187884795997539552010-02-17T13:48:00.000-08:002010-02-17T14:30:20.394-08:00I'm awaaaake!!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">IT HAS BEEN TWO MONTHS OR SO<br />I MUST HAVE BEEN DEPRESSED OR AN ARSEHOLE</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">BUT THE OTHER DAY I <span style="font-weight: bold;">WOKE UP</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">AND I AM HAPPY!!!!!!<br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Ahh, massive apologies to everyone. I have been a huge dick, I don't know what my problem was, but I think I'm back. For good. It actually feels like I've woken up from a long massive sleep! So fucking weird. But I'm really sorry, whoever you are ahah~<br /><br />In light of this, today I woke up (the sun was out for the first time in about a week!) and took my bad self and Romanz to the Portsmouth, where I blew ca$h that I don't have/belongs to the bank at LUSH. God fucking shit, I love Lush. Best shop ever. I got an awesome sugar lip scrub that tastes of bubblegum, a conditioner and some hair stuff because my mop looks shit recently without any product in it. The great thing about these things? ALL VEGAN! AND NOT TESTED ON MY FURRY OR SCALY FRIENDS! HOW MUCH I DO LOVE YOU, LUSH!<br /><br />Then I was feeling rich and bought us Shakeaways, I had a soya ginger nut one which was the SHIT even though I had to spend an extra £1 for the priviledge of fucking soya. BUH!!<br /><br />THEN WE WENT TO HAYLING BEACH. I miss the beach! I basically grew up on Hayling beach. Looking out of the loft window of my grandparent's house, watching the thunder and storms across the sea when I was like 4-5 is one of my clearest memories from being so young. Lovely! Definitely going to make visiting my good friend Poseidon more often. ANYWAY, PHOTOS:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW-0CEjjfLAWqytqlk1atPcyvAzKBoObY4VYweuYEF9j2JoSWoAMI_zZmERPb9m23j5E2rFvwcfxWJ5V-nA5DcxuOQk3RFdw6o034RZxzLvHBF_XJnKZztAAN9lueKfidimQ8lRKUG/s1600-h/IMG_3365.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW-0CEjjfLAWqytqlk1atPcyvAzKBoObY4VYweuYEF9j2JoSWoAMI_zZmERPb9m23j5E2rFvwcfxWJ5V-nA5DcxuOQk3RFdw6o034RZxzLvHBF_XJnKZztAAN9lueKfidimQ8lRKUG/s320/IMG_3365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439338217074512130" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMsxSkZ9EgMtXGUtcge1xCU0E9Nh_T-ZiLEm05-OccI0d3fhXRWZO2NPsbrAcWFWqq4mp3hCKNy5pt26gTNcDP0aTAHMlbZ0fnWKb3MoG5hOj-iW89Ty7TYxIKomPMcpI1CZm12s5z/s1600-h/IMG_3373.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMsxSkZ9EgMtXGUtcge1xCU0E9Nh_T-ZiLEm05-OccI0d3fhXRWZO2NPsbrAcWFWqq4mp3hCKNy5pt26gTNcDP0aTAHMlbZ0fnWKb3MoG5hOj-iW89Ty7TYxIKomPMcpI1CZm12s5z/s320/IMG_3373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439338679175264578" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFEgh7qtnQwOZc58G6Y0t6J2Zvkd0dHBidVqvcSEWw8NXIJkNtk9QafpfQfnnH6qMOWdZbmTYTNH9re8GlBoDB5Sq55GkFlOc8iS7bCIo0WzaWgW8CQ5wbjU8NC29f71a1_rrv5N3b/s1600-h/IMG_3368.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFEgh7qtnQwOZc58G6Y0t6J2Zvkd0dHBidVqvcSEWw8NXIJkNtk9QafpfQfnnH6qMOWdZbmTYTNH9re8GlBoDB5Sq55GkFlOc8iS7bCIo0WzaWgW8CQ5wbjU8NC29f71a1_rrv5N3b/s320/IMG_3368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439339114116176866" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRzh6ESJtOwKLE-8qapvT75Z8sY1NL644OAAdFkARaCMWaXGuQpu5g-s9a2aSDdYigxqznKEWNqVHX-9e1AZWVzVxLafXypo6S-vZ5dFxs-DTEjc_ALvncjUWimYG2OwuAxhmQMC7d/s1600-h/IMG_3385.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRzh6ESJtOwKLE-8qapvT75Z8sY1NL644OAAdFkARaCMWaXGuQpu5g-s9a2aSDdYigxqznKEWNqVHX-9e1AZWVzVxLafXypo6S-vZ5dFxs-DTEjc_ALvncjUWimYG2OwuAxhmQMC7d/s320/IMG_3385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439340109062595234" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtYtBj_sbe_B1oVfoM3t9yq8ES7UUnYE6-1CwZZmiH4nwsNy6ZBGKAJDhnLbFu_ysspZ-sa9UD6HpepP9JdswOSmW8aI5aXV-MpFQdwmLJogAafgERd5Ej64Zs96gbeI8fMueO3DCZ/s1600-h/IMG_3383.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtYtBj_sbe_B1oVfoM3t9yq8ES7UUnYE6-1CwZZmiH4nwsNy6ZBGKAJDhnLbFu_ysspZ-sa9UD6HpepP9JdswOSmW8aI5aXV-MpFQdwmLJogAafgERd5Ej64Zs96gbeI8fMueO3DCZ/s320/IMG_3383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439339655943529762" border="0" /></a><br />Cleaned out the Squealers, so marched up to the garage to see my sister's bunnies, so, totally trying to stroke this bunny who was all cute and shit, when it fucking BIT ME! I've never been bitten my an animal! Other than spiders in Italy! WTF! Angry bunny?!?! Or do I have bad juju? And it's the most I've bled in ages! Ahh!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEituNi934G3UXBLmaL0e78jHXTO6JsA8epJFLePIRQA2dVLIpe4tVqwjipTwNRdDItXdJQFIkow5pFrFciocSstIah4SAc4KHe8wympKKtA0wC0KGCDy_wmF6om5cz_d-78VgujOUqT/s1600-h/IMG_3396.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 259px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEituNi934G3UXBLmaL0e78jHXTO6JsA8epJFLePIRQA2dVLIpe4tVqwjipTwNRdDItXdJQFIkow5pFrFciocSstIah4SAc4KHe8wympKKtA0wC0KGCDy_wmF6om5cz_d-78VgujOUqT/s320/IMG_3396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439341873626103410" border="0" /></a><br /></div></div>young buckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03083639665049663669noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2618688401621539136.post-70890994911321808622010-02-14T11:18:00.000-08:002010-02-14T12:18:46.559-08:00I'm up in the woods. I'm down on my miiind.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Vm5IAx5iqveyfI6EFyavpgCaVWARgnr48Flty7ogARY0V0zrPb45gsgMhAxYPRb9GyPRbmdpeRT6-R02EhmaeSO7pjhjKNvpmTQeIZA8BRt4ryFhXihlDu0WFBbMoRBVCopTG-wp/s1600-h/IMG_3284.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Vm5IAx5iqveyfI6EFyavpgCaVWARgnr48Flty7ogARY0V0zrPb45gsgMhAxYPRb9GyPRbmdpeRT6-R02EhmaeSO7pjhjKNvpmTQeIZA8BRt4ryFhXihlDu0WFBbMoRBVCopTG-wp/s320/IMG_3284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438181933914898018" border="0" /></a><br />I went to the woods, for once. Kept that promise I made to myself!<br /><br />Really regret that I didn't take the time to go there before - what a crazy place! And it's just across the road.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyIiiyse6N3bEzQs8P9FQ6hLRGV9YUh1mTzcSiH3RRH7KxmRLuFGzArxSt3bJlIiInQei1VvgfJPq1JSZasNYfftEHkh9NjPJEX2BvHFk2aNjdexZXPRbXZx8jDt-xKOATNz1jkELf/s1600-h/IMG_3282.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyIiiyse6N3bEzQs8P9FQ6hLRGV9YUh1mTzcSiH3RRH7KxmRLuFGzArxSt3bJlIiInQei1VvgfJPq1JSZasNYfftEHkh9NjPJEX2BvHFk2aNjdexZXPRbXZx8jDt-xKOATNz1jkELf/s320/IMG_3282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438184297359453666" border="0" /></a><br />Trees stood silent, telling nothing of what they've seen. But they see.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYuuhhjNjz8gLcCdGCDEyr8eyeTJeHDEVW4wGT1OejoLDFvW_BEktsVfNTJ8BhVGJ5M8z1MQCwmEnrw7qUDeJ9Apcg_K3vAn_-Rnvzx_eZD01pPsieCXCPL3bW-y_SAFL46HMcKAs2/s1600-h/IMG_3290.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYuuhhjNjz8gLcCdGCDEyr8eyeTJeHDEVW4wGT1OejoLDFvW_BEktsVfNTJ8BhVGJ5M8z1MQCwmEnrw7qUDeJ9Apcg_K3vAn_-Rnvzx_eZD01pPsieCXCPL3bW-y_SAFL46HMcKAs2/s320/IMG_3290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438183744159982514" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmCXgOcRYKu523_C1p3MzQoQBn6RjQNn2htqdfoSpeIXeB2wc0MPx8j_ynS7u6dIKzXHS5FhOTrQ6k6hYsA30ihVQg6bu_REbYUg0oiRsBT5PEHOD5Ap3E-bccUL8RLuR0ncWEK4So/s1600-h/IMG_3289.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmCXgOcRYKu523_C1p3MzQoQBn6RjQNn2htqdfoSpeIXeB2wc0MPx8j_ynS7u6dIKzXHS5FhOTrQ6k6hYsA30ihVQg6bu_REbYUg0oiRsBT5PEHOD5Ap3E-bccUL8RLuR0ncWEK4So/s320/IMG_3289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438185062919774786" border="0" /></a><br />Because I haven't been in "nature" for some time, I've been too hung up in this silly human nature shabang for too long, I felt somewhat disconnected to begin with. But the further I walked, the more I forgot about home, about the self, and the more immersed in it all I felt. Every woodlouse, every twig, every fallen leaf. It felt like I was a part of it. So, I had a really lovely time in this place.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim6i6ORFQnMoPPY6cQ9d_RKuAcua3zmoAlgoM1Jx_tf2ZIFsNGdRLsmgFjfScqcKA_797lRxdYRnQqATw7VlwcI1hyQ8NasZhyRGyQS15fTgyJU-B_G0986vgzngfZELddAkRussyf/s1600-h/IMG_3298.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim6i6ORFQnMoPPY6cQ9d_RKuAcua3zmoAlgoM1Jx_tf2ZIFsNGdRLsmgFjfScqcKA_797lRxdYRnQqATw7VlwcI1hyQ8NasZhyRGyQS15fTgyJU-B_G0986vgzngfZELddAkRussyf/s320/IMG_3298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438183180913119202" border="0" /></a><br />I would like to get lost in a place like this. Literally. Lose my whereabouts and lose myself. Forget human constraints. Watch bugs do their thing. Listen to the wind rip through the leaves. Feel the rain on my skin. Forget time. It might be something that I have to do in my years to come. Find a desolate place, far from others and lose it!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjEjz8gCbzXSjiGNRXXR8s0ySjCFiNeNCM2TtdOMB2fF5V9kpAHPMQ4iF88bo3E47E8dVB9TtPJmE2gmz7Y2qDMwKyhWU8z2UeCtHndyFISjt9IvUKY5QtTBXHgsbBq-NnPl4yWXWn/s1600-h/IMG_3300.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjEjz8gCbzXSjiGNRXXR8s0ySjCFiNeNCM2TtdOMB2fF5V9kpAHPMQ4iF88bo3E47E8dVB9TtPJmE2gmz7Y2qDMwKyhWU8z2UeCtHndyFISjt9IvUKY5QtTBXHgsbBq-NnPl4yWXWn/s320/IMG_3300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438185951752861538" border="0" /></a><br /><br />But I might never come back. That doesn't scare me. Woods are a scary place. Life is a scary place sometimes. Aaaanyway. Came out of the woods into this amazing field, where the soil was all burnt, but it was soaking wet.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfFJ1RNdHytMgGTuuJML1NkEczVTatSczM6PixIJxJL0bP0YjFodKT8YDdGxRv5L5VjICr0akQpu5a0fdM-zy3dH0CCTSUi_pqOiGe9oM0PwTtF5TbphmFc-rBAPs_qq-S4qJlpbe8/s1600-h/IMG_3312.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfFJ1RNdHytMgGTuuJML1NkEczVTatSczM6PixIJxJL0bP0YjFodKT8YDdGxRv5L5VjICr0akQpu5a0fdM-zy3dH0CCTSUi_pqOiGe9oM0PwTtF5TbphmFc-rBAPs_qq-S4qJlpbe8/s320/IMG_3312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438186804540095650" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">The photo a</span><span style="font-style: italic;">ctually came out like this!</span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Something in the middle caught my eye. It was a tree with a ladder up in, with a seat at the top! Really funny; somehow it made me really lonely and sad because the sea</span><span style="font-size:100%;">t was big enough for two! And I really wanted to share it all with someone and climb it. But there was a little sign on one of the rungs. "No unauthorised persons allowed beyond this point". What?! Who are you to authorise my access up this ladder! Or am I too lame to be "allowed" on this seat of pure awesomeness. Hahah, made myself laugh. And I didn't climb it. Mutha-F. </span><span style="font-size:100%;">One day though.<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWYCt7V2_x4Ns6TDOv8t4HVgnotdNIKW3qeGSDPyhljI6i86f9cayF6sATTQTIKp3h3e_0BkAhd09ica_Ovuee3ecAXL48A6fJ8i-tFZ5QwlCvcrCkjLeUSWtcZYHf16J7cxqKh7bF/s1600-h/IMG_3321.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWYCt7V2_x4Ns6TDOv8t4HVgnotdNIKW3qeGSDPyhljI6i86f9cayF6sATTQTIKp3h3e_0BkAhd09ica_Ovuee3ecAXL48A6fJ8i-tFZ5QwlCvcrCkjLeUSWtcZYHf16J7cxqKh7bF/s320/IMG_3321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438187756683243458" border="0" /></a><br />Thought it was about time I started heading back after this, so I walked up to the top of the clearing and it started to piss it down with rain. Herbs (my dog) absolutely hates rain. Poor boy. Once the rain came down, the wood came alive. Crows started fighting, everything had movement. There was wind. I smiled to myself and we ran back into the woods.<br /><br />I felt alive! I'm definitely going to take the time more often to get back to the roots.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyl0icWNxs_GLwnezF01s5EU8Dk_XZ-h7AT9xM13YOBI5EUqvJa4ETTCjacvKabIlbJAlGosinSM6rXZ_am3NWtdHkfd-VlpUqVpMpIZH6NGH_yZPLrERnEPtxDMPnCn_1t4lGmQB3/s1600-h/IMG_3328.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyl0icWNxs_GLwnezF01s5EU8Dk_XZ-h7AT9xM13YOBI5EUqvJa4ETTCjacvKabIlbJAlGosinSM6rXZ_am3NWtdHkfd-VlpUqVpMpIZH6NGH_yZPLrERnEPtxDMPnCn_1t4lGmQB3/s320/IMG_3328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438190608900118882" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyVKQzSu2xCIKtVacpq7TzaK_6wht5nQG0Ed18ouFyGvCpl0b49KnIrlXGyql_IShNljXiCO4AiMV0-UzqoGS8ddmughDoLg6gHLSrKWy1kC7YC2HPKhEb5RyOUppMMvcpQkK7Rb6Q/s1600-h/IMG_3331.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyVKQzSu2xCIKtVacpq7TzaK_6wht5nQG0Ed18ouFyGvCpl0b49KnIrlXGyql_IShNljXiCO4AiMV0-UzqoGS8ddmughDoLg6gHLSrKWy1kC7YC2HPKhEb5RyOUppMMvcpQkK7Rb6Q/s320/IMG_3331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438192049162325106" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJorvCiMX_1AossbKCS2toYDg5Sv3dMwix_rmkbZkl1oBjxVHSa7XRLTD9cNW9IXsFQ-oVc9g-Xh3yYU1vTCHA2Pgc4K7F8uZ5_H3mXgOAiJ8IQqIo44YmipitJo5pxXfObTKFKsHJ/s1600-h/IMG_3325.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJorvCiMX_1AossbKCS2toYDg5Sv3dMwix_rmkbZkl1oBjxVHSa7XRLTD9cNW9IXsFQ-oVc9g-Xh3yYU1vTCHA2Pgc4K7F8uZ5_H3mXgOAiJ8IQqIo44YmipitJo5pxXfObTKFKsHJ/s320/IMG_3325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438191133557946130" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6oaI73DHX_FUcQQohZihHq2J3cbaaZXORQ5TNjk6LvF6ieM2Uiose4L65zBWGJ2WB8pBYESNzwLmpzBpIpLUzvNz6Oa7xmyaff4V3yoVLcA1oxAk4VhB6F4QgV1i7ysDNhIByoWJc/s1600-h/IMG_3358.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6oaI73DHX_FUcQQohZihHq2J3cbaaZXORQ5TNjk6LvF6ieM2Uiose4L65zBWGJ2WB8pBYESNzwLmpzBpIpLUzvNz6Oa7xmyaff4V3yoVLcA1oxAk4VhB6F4QgV1i7ysDNhIByoWJc/s320/IMG_3358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438195694852806418" border="0" /></a></div></div>young buckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03083639665049663669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2618688401621539136.post-49253368637111845882010-02-13T14:17:00.000-08:002010-02-13T15:54:14.351-08:00I ate too much now I'm writing this. True story.Nine hours surrounded by lovely fruits and nuts, but also surrounded by pissy old people (literally and figuratively, unfortunately). Hurgh, I'm never getting old.<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I'm going to live fast, die young, and leave a bloated corpse in the river Ganges, All going well.<br />Just finished "Vegan Freak", which was a really helpful book. The "as much as you'd love to, throwing the table over and flipping everyone around it the finger, screaming "MURDERERS!" while running off into the distance will really get you nowhere" bits made me piss myself laughing. It really did what it said it would - I feel like less of a freak in this ker-azy world but at the same time can embrace my vegan freakdom. I suggest anyone read it, even if you're an omnivore and think you're set in your ways. So you can understand.<br /><br />Which is exactly what I needed at this moment in time, as I feel totally alienated and confused.<br /><br />I mean, I had an argument with my dear old Mum today, with whom I seldom ever argue with! She's like my best friend! She's been the most accepting and understanding person through this, but we still can't agree on a lot of things. It's really sad...<br /><br />Ohhh, I'm looking forward to my day off tomorrow! I hope the weather's nice. I might go on an adventure through the woods. I've been meaning to since we moved here... three months ago? Haven't gotten round to it though. Hope I don't meet anyone in there and seem like a loner and a creep. Ahahaha!<br /><br />Not even going to mention what day it is tomorrow either! Eww!<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA3OlPqR722IQ29Vx6BMNWHjMvPICIEsAMsCeuJqC58vF-2ukgV85AEMl5S5JUIaitG4qu0RYj3eFNWrXO0vDCvfOUAP2ekKFB9iecv4T3phzLr7seX1zNXL6THkcBtJP_CSoW4_TC/s1600-h/22012010310.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA3OlPqR722IQ29Vx6BMNWHjMvPICIEsAMsCeuJqC58vF-2ukgV85AEMl5S5JUIaitG4qu0RYj3eFNWrXO0vDCvfOUAP2ekKFB9iecv4T3phzLr7seX1zNXL6THkcBtJP_CSoW4_TC/s320/22012010310.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437879993048418450" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Does my corriander think it's being fucking funny?! What an asshole! Serious!<br /></span></span></div></div></div>young buckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03083639665049663669noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2618688401621539136.post-21743484826517275982010-02-10T12:02:00.000-08:002010-02-10T13:27:40.803-08:00Nonsensical spill I<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Buuuuhhhhhhh</span>.<br />Pretty shit day today. Came to some pretty shit realisations too.<br />It all started out lovely, dropped Roma off to the station with a proper naughty on - shouting along to loud, angry music, rolling through the countryside loving life. A lovely watery, sunny February morning.<br />The day carried on like that really, just really happy to be about and a part of things.<br />Then I went to work at 4 to have another go at the till. Got in the car, put the music up loud, zoomed down the road and before I could break or gasp, a female blackbird came out of the hedge and her trajectory lined up with my tyre. I don't know whether or not I hit her; I looked in the rear view mirror and I think I saw a little grey ball and a feather, but I don't know.<br />I thought about stopping but I was so confused, and a voice was telling me that if I did I'd be late for work. It's right about here that I really cascaded into a mental black hole.<br />Why do we have cars? They're just another weapon when in the wrong hands. Are my hands the wrong hands? Fuck, wait, I just killed a bird!! I just took a life! No wait, did I? It didn't look like it... Maybe it's okay? But it looked like I did! I'm a bastard! So quickly and without meaning to... Life gone, just like <span style="font-style: italic;">that! </span>I hope it didn't have a nest... Fuuuucckkkkkkk!! I just took a life! Shit! If I weren't right here, right now, birdy wouldn't be dead... WTFFF I normally drive slowly, I'm so paranoid about this shit happening and it has! BALLS. If I didn't drive, this wouldn't have happened... etc etc etc<br />Shit like this going through my mind all the way to work. Surprised I didn't totally freak out, but I put that down to the voice that kept saying "don't go back, you'll be late for work". This voice is the voice I have beef with. I listened to it. I mean, life and death is a "pretty big deal", really. And I obeyed the notion that being late for work, a petty human thing, was more important than going back to potentially save someone's life.<br />All this only happened a few hours ago, and I've exhausted myself. It's really made me think about the world I live in - the human world I live in. What has it come to? Going to make money, a thing that doesn't exist, instead of turning around and helping someone? What the fuccck. I wish I lived in a cave. We're so caught up in our stupid, meaningless lives. On the scale of things, most human lives are really insignificant. Yet, we find it okay to take others to benefit this life that isn't important at all<br />I just don't understand our justification for our actions and our thought that the way we are is our birth right. Nothing makes us special<br />Is it the fact that other people don't <span style="font-style: italic;">feel </span>like I do? What's the reason behind being okay with the fact that others needlessly die, every day?<br />What the hell?!<br /><br />Why didn't I turn back? I drove past on the way home really slowly and there was nothing, no feathers or blood so I really hope she was okay.<br /><br />I feel so lost in this human worldyoung buckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03083639665049663669noreply@blogger.com3