Confessions

I am not a perfect vegan.
I am a flawed person.
I make mistakes, get in ruts, overdraw my bank account, and run from good people.
I can cry on a dime and laugh the next.
I get panicked sometimes over absolutely nothing.
I still can’t cook or balance my checkbook.
I have 80s curly hair, they called me 80s girl in high school, and David Bowie in Labyrinth is very sexy.
My cat and I are besties and strays and humans follow me home.
I know what being homeless is like but I have never written a cardboard sign.
I people watch a lot. But people insist on drawing me in.
I fall head over heels on first dates.
I’m terrified all men are serial killers.
(the rational part of me knows how irrational that phobia is)
I have a terrible poker face.
I go 15 pounds either way much too fast.
My house is really messy but sometimes it’s insanely organized.
The color yellow should be banned.
I wonder if consistency is a trait I should value more.
I sing to the steering wheel but not in the shower.
I want kids.
I don’t want kids.
I drive too fast for kids.
Travel is my crack.
I don’t believe in drugs or pharmaceuticals.
I am attracted to stable men.
The stable men I fall for lean Republican.
And it’s happening again.

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I am pro-psychopath: brutal drunken honesty

We all come into this chaotic world with different gifts, strengths and weaknesses.  The problems begin when society forces us to ignore the things we’re good at, when our parents tell us we’ll never make it if we follow our dreams, or when bullies at school tell us we’re not good enough.  Our talents diminish.  We never “become” or “arrive.”  We hate our jobs, our spouse, our boring mediocre existence.  We drink too much, watch porn, down pills or have affairs.

I firmly believe we are not all we’re told we are.  Whether that’s a spiritual statement, I cannot say.

But I do know human behavior and psychology is fascinating.

Why are we so quick to label and condemn?

One of my morbid curiosities (has absolutely nothing to do with vegan products) is abnormal psychology.  I fell into the subject in a honors college about Monsters and Deviance.  Since then, I’ve read a bajillion books and blogs and watched countless hours of Investigation Discovery, and even considered a PHD in sociology with an emphasis on deviance.

Having recently read The Psychopath Test on the flight home from La-la land, interesting read, noteworthy but probably over-rated, I had an epiphany over several Jacks and Coke.

(Okay I’ve had this epiphany a million times, but drunken epiphanies seem much deeper!):

Everyone has a valid purpose.  If you believe in God, then there is a plan.  Those we label as psychopaths/sociopaths may have evolved from a societal need.

Do I condone callous behavior?  No.  I think people should not be among us stalking and killing.  And people without conscience should not be in positions of power in business, the military industrial complex, Wall Street, healthcare, or…well anywhere really.  But unfortunately how do we weed them out?  So far, it’s impossible.  Psychopaths are EVERYWHERE.  Ergo, I pontificate, these people must have value in our society.  They’re getting things done.  Maybe it wasn’t always so twisted.  I’m sure some of the best artists, musicians, scientists, brilliant thinkers, were/all mad geniuses.  Maybe they didn’t/don’t hurt people in a tragically permanent and damaging ways, who’s to say?  I’m sure they haven’t done focus groups on the subject.

But what do I know?  Don’t we all hurt each other?  Sometimes without trying?  We’re human, right?  To err is human, to forgive divine.  I have come across individuals I believe to be sociopathic/psychopathic in my life, and if you believe Martha Stout’s statistics (she wrote The Sociopath Next Door), so have you, but unlike many bloggers, therapists, and victims, I support these individuals.

They are here for a reason.  They serve a purpose.  It seems humanity in general is quite psychopathic.  Yet we would like to shift the blame for our economy, our collective unwillingness to help others, our blatant narcissism and desire for wealth, power, fame, and reality television to those we’ve already designated as scapegoats–like psychopaths.

I say why not support each other?  In all of our flaws?  There are some exceptions to the golden rule.  Do I support and condone the actions of child-molesters?  Hell no.  Rapists?  They should be castrated.  But I put up with Republicans and bigots and I’ve spent time among the very wealthy and the very destitute of all races. I’ve seen and heard the most foul and the most inspiring deeds and actions from both. I’ve had the great fortune to visit several different countries and be immersed in different cultures, only to realize the differences are not what you’d think.  We are all still human.  I am pro-gay-rights even though I *sigh* am a heterosexual man-hater.

We are all unique even though we share common ancestors.  So as unpopular as this stance may be, given that we like to shame and denounce various groups of the current moment, I stand behind my support of those we label as psychopaths whether they deserve the label or not.  i am not one of those cray-cray women who write to incarcerated serial killers and eventually marry them.  And puh-lease, I’m not so naive to think that heinous crimes committed by said psychopaths are in any way shape or form less disturbing or even socially acceptable.  Evil does exist.  And it’s very very wrong.  But I do believe in choice.  You can choose to use your gifts for good or evil.  Which will you choose?  :0)

I also forgive all of the psychopaths who have wronged me.  Even you and you know who you are.  Not that you care.

Whoa.  I feel like a weight has been lifted off my soul.  Forgiveness is awesome!

Can’t we all just get along?

NOTE: The statements/opinions/experiences expressed on this blog are 90 percent factual.  The rest may be whimsical omission and/or over-exaggeration or complete falsehood.  Don’t ask, don’t tell.  I never do.  xo

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Death be not proud

I almost choked to death today and I have to say choking is NOT how I intend to die. It has to be one of the scariest ways to go. Fortunately I was near people who figured out what was going on. Somebody knew the Heimlich.

It all happened so fast though during the horrifying agonizing death struggle between me and that piece of food lodged in my throat, time seemed to stand still.

I remember thinking with annoyed resignation, “so this is how it ends.”. And then I had time to process all the things I have failed at, all the unfinished projects I have to take another pass at, all the places I haven’t seen yet and all the people I have yet to do and the rage that’s been my rocket fuel would not let me die.

I must say anger is a very powerful friend. It gets a lot of bad rap, but I am very grateful I decided not to die today. There’s no way in hell I’m going out like that. And I am very grateful someone saved my life today. I could get all Jesus and spiritual and maybe that sense of spiritual awareness will come later but I’m referring to a fellow company member at present.

For now after googling my reaction, I learned that sobbing uncontrolably is completely normal behavior though I’m now scared of food and solitude. What if the panicked unable to breathe or swallow feeling returns on the way home, driving down Lake Shore Drive?

This is a good reason to go back on the Master Cleanse. Liquid diet until further notice. And even though I’m not in any more sketches, I’m too shaken to leave theatre company rehearsal.

I keeping thinking this must have been the way my mom died. Fucking terrible way to go.

When I get home, I am pouring myself a very strong alcoholic beverage.

Dodged a bullet today. I am one very lucky gal. Gratitude.

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Shock, Horror, and Outrage

I am so livid I am blogging on my cell phone, something I absolutely abhor because unlike generation Z, I think phones should be used for dialing not micromanaging my “smart-ness.”. I am so upset I am at the po-po office to file a complaint. I am disgusted and I demand reparations! I am currently in Los Angeles stirring up trouble and to reward myself for an 8 day fast and because I am strutting in my Dereon jeans (size 5 hallejuah) I decided to have a cookie. Little did I know the cookie hunt would turn into a wild goose chase and lead to disastrous and disappointing end. Sigh. Okay, do you ever get a taste for that one thing that you know, just know will make you complete? If only for that moment of delicious gooeyness, you would lie, cheat, steal, and kill? Well maybe that’s a little overdramatic but even so. My taste buds have been salivating for Michelles Naturally vegan cookies for a while now. I’ve been having pregnant woman cravings without the bun in my lady parts. And not just any flavor, oh no. I’ve been jonesing for Almond Dot Poppyseed, my absolute favoritest cookie in the whole wide universe. This elusive cookie does not exist in Chicago. Or at least I have not yet rooted it out. And I thought about buying it from the website but decided not to risk the ultimate disappointment of receiving a package of cookie crumbs care of the US Post Office. So one the first major recon missions upon arrival in LA was a dash to Rainbow Acres. I scoured the store but to no avail. They did have the brand. They had Chocolate Chip. They even had something called Chocolada Oatmeal but dammit I wanted Almond Dot Poppyseed and having traveled 2000 miles to get my fix I was not going to settle! Today i went to the Santa Monica Coop and after searching desperately and asking for help from two different people, I finally located a bag. Sweet relief! I almost bought two but reminded myself I want these jeans to fit (and not just today). I tore into the bag and my happy thought deflated like a balloon. A saggy disappointed ball of gas. That describes how I felt when I peeked in the brown Eco paper bag. It’s bad enough I pay $4.99 Plus tax for 6 damn cookies but the cookies were worth it! They used to be large and gooey. This bag had six little quarter-size (okay MAYBE half-dollar size) cookies. WTF?! I was taken aback but the sugar monkey on my back still wanted that Almond Dot Poppyseed goodness. I bit into one of those rocks posing as cookies. Yes hard as a mofo rock. I want to find Michelle and pelt her with these. Oh and don’t even get me started on the taste. I would have spit out the bite I took except I’m driving a rental and spitting is unladylike. Michelles Naturally, I am appalled. Expect a strongly worded letter. At least I don’t have to worry about the calories since I’m giving the cookies to the next homeless person I see but thats a bittersweet thought considering my angry sugar monkey is not satisfied. Hopefully the $14 bottle of RawTella will suffice. I will edit this rant on a computer later, need to feed the junkie monkey!

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I just had to post this. Again.

Don’t ask me why I was researching personal trainers in LA, but yeah, I’m so outing this vegan comic and model.  Found your day job! The location and everything!  I swear I’m not stalking you!  People have always told me I have a sixth sense about finding people–after all I tracked down my dead-beat dad and several half siblings from different mothers (that’s plural everyone, read: MOTHERS) when I was 12.

So, Mr. Flowers, if we one day connect, that will be a happy day indeed.  I am not stalking you and have yet to even say hi on twitter.

But please forgive me for drooling over your hotness you vegan hunk of love.  You can help me drop 10 anytime.  I know how we can work it off!  x)

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I am

Watch this documentary.  Trailer below.

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Because I like coffee on my face 2

Maybe it’s because I haven’t been eating for the past five days, but I find myself gravitating towards yummy food-smelling vegan products. Right on I’m sporting Devita’s Cappuino-cocoa masque.  At a whopping $34.95, it’s not really stuff I indulge in often.  I do like the classy glass jar, nice touch!  And the stuff smells great and feels like it’s really tightening my pores.  My skin is tingling.  Or whatever it’s supposed to do.  OMG, it smells so good!

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Ingredients:  Water (de-ionized), Aloe barbadensis (certified organic aloe vera gel), Bentonite, Montmorillonite, Kaolin, Coffee bean extract, Panax (ginseng) extract, Cola nitida (kola) nut extract, Lauroyl lysine, Allantoin.

From the website:

A trip to Chocolate-Land Without the Calories! Uummm, the delicious smell of chocolate and coffee really makes your mouth water! Our gentle face masque is naturally rich in nutrients that replenish the skin, plus the extra kick from caffeine, nature’s own micro-cellular stimulant. Add to this the detoxifying benefits of 3 different types of clays; Montmorillonite, and Kaolin from Spain and Italy, and Bentonite, all of which leave the skin feeling so soft and supple! A perfect choice for all skin types, as it can stimulate and encourage the circulation and refresh the skin. Excellent for use as a body masque for legs and back. CAUTION: This amazing formula smells good enough to eat, but please don’t!

DeVita skin care products are 100 percent Vegan and Paraben Free. They are considered Gluten Sensitive Safe and never contain GMO’s. DeVita products are never tested on animals (only humans!).

I’m tempted to eat this stuff, but I’m practicing restraint.  I’m on Day 6 of the Master Cleanse, and I’m kinda exaggerating my food cravings.  But this stuff does smell like it should be in my belly!  Happy Friday all!
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Never go to Whole Food while fasting

I’m on the Master Cleanse, day 2.  Written by Stanley Burroughs, the Master Cleanse (read it for free here: http://healthandlight.com/mastercleanse.pdf) is a liquid diet consisting of freshly squeezed lemon juice, Grade B maple syrup, cayenne pepper, and water.

I haven’t fasted for any real length of time since 2006 when I did a 14 day Master Cleanse, followed by a 7 day water fast, and then I eased into being a vegan; I was vegetarian before.  Fasting really changed my life.  It’s more of a spiritual quest for me and the other side effects (weight loss, more energy, being in tune with my body) are nice perks!

I don’t know how long I’ll go this time, especially since I’ll be traveling to Los Angeles in May, but I’m shooting for at least 10 days.  Wish me luck!

Today I went to Whole Foods with my grandmother.  I went to pick up more supplies for my cleanse, she went to purchase a ton of junk food per usual.  Spending two hours in a grocery store deemed the Vegan Mecca when you’re abstaining from food is an exercise in willpower.  Sometimes I think my grandmother purposely devises cruel and unusual punishments for me being an awesome granddaughter.  :0)

I DID, however, see a ton of new products I want to try, some I bought, and some are officially on my radar.  I don’t know where I’m going with this blog.  I don’t know what I’m doing with myself or where I’m going with my life right now in this moment.  (I have some idea, lol) But I’m taking time out to listen and figure things out  and I don’t know how long that will take.  Stay tuned and bear with me, I will share my experiences along the way!  (Complete with product reviews, I promise!)

Also, I want to thank everyone.  I am so very grateful for my friends and family.  And the people (teachers, professors, coaches, mentors, fellow travelers, ex-boyfriends, random homeless people) who have touched my life in whatever small way.  You are all part of my life journey and I want to thank you for helping weave the fabric of my life.  And to my fellow company members in Democracy Burlesque,  the greatest political sketch comedy group in the world, I am very grateful for your talent and compassion.

I’ll check in and scribble periodically on here.  But that is all for now.  xo

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It is raining outside

And I am back.  Fragmented.  Questioning.  But here.  My computer was being repaired indefinitely it seemed, and I have just got it back yesterday.  Without viruses or crashing!  It doesn’t even whir anymore, although I’m sure with a few more months of abuse, it will be right back in the shop for reasons unknown to me.  It hasn’t even been a year since I purchased the damn thing but I will make sure to buy an extended warranty since it has already been in the shop twice now.

There are several products I want to review, but I will get around to doing it in my own sweet time.

I have been very pensive.   A lot has happened.  A lot is going on.  But I am still here.  Trying to make sense of a whimsical world and to find my place in it.

April 4 is Dead Mom Day

As you can imagine, I’m contemplating the meaning of life and trying not to dwell in regret.  As is only natural when one’s only parent is gone forever.  Today, it’s been a year.  I have a lot of internal work to do.  And the grief seems insurmountable and surreal.

The only acknowledgement among my grandparents was a tentative, “I thought about today all day” from my grandfather when he emerged from the basement during a brief five minute impromptu “family time” because we all share the kitchen.  Technically, I have my own kitchen upstairs, but I hate doing dishes.  Or cooking.  Plus, I relish these moments when we come together, even if it’s only for five minutes.

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