Too bored and nauseous for breakfast these days, so I go straight to brunch… oh woe is me for a bowl of cereal
Tell a lie… I often have an orange with my morning coffee, and apparently anything that contains calories eaten during the breakfasting hours is considered having a breakfast, so I have not wholly given up on breakfast.
Old man pulling the hair and fooling around about the waitress. He gets away with it. Has always gotten away with it…
Cold outside, winter sets in quickly. Montrealers are getting back into their element. People becoming rugged again.
In the summer, this town is so breezy that you’d almost believe the world can actually be organized without too much bloodshed. In the winter it’s so nice I don’t care about the rest of the world too much.
Montreal can show that there is a difference between “refined” and “pussy”. They are in a sense more refined than the French, because they are just so god damned innocent of religion.
Only had rabbit once, found it weirdish. Plus I like rabbits too much. This is my foodpolitics. I dont eat duck either. I love them, I would absolutely sooner eat human. But I dont judge.
Breakfast now is a croissant and coffee in a chair our loyal fans will know from the videos but which is now standing outside since we brought in the fakeleather couch from the van.
Eating Chinese can send one to the hospital… It’s not the purest of foods in terms of additives… better to go with Japanese, Vietnamese or Korean these days… the Chinese don’t care.
Scrambled eggs and a black Lavazza for breakfast earlier…
Putting sugar in my coffee after just strolling here upon waking up in a couch in the studio. Looking forward a productive day there. Pezer is eating burritos there as we speak.
A well-appreciated breakfast from myself / by myself this morning… now well-rested and onto dinner after hoovering up from Saturday’s 13th birthday party held at mine.