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i returned two half-used bottles of pro-biotics to the whole foods on franklin and california, no receipt required. $32.17, woo-hoo! i was elated as i bumped into yuppies in the crowded aisles, finding things to spend that extra cash on. grits - i've been missing those!, kiwis, enzymes - help!, gingko biloba - help!, cabbage, toilet paper, bananas, strawberry preserves, frozen blueberries, tomatoes, brown rice, dark chocolate with mint crisps - all for $37.07. so i'm really loving whole foods now, right? i mean as much as i can love such a hideous place. i used to work here, sort of, as a personal shopper, so i know what a mainstream masculinity machine it really is. but then, i'm reading the huffington post and there's an article about the ceo of whole foods and his op-ed piece against obama's heathcare plan and now i really loathe whole foods, no matter their return policy.

the professor comes over to see my pink room. everybody loves it. we go to this taiwanese place on clement for lunch. he orders beef ligament. so you actually eat that, i ask. what is it exactly? not really ligament, right? but yes, really ligament, and lots of people love it. they cook it for days, so it's very flavorful. i was thinking we were probably going to have sex later but do i really want to kiss a mouth that had just had ligament in it? no, but i do. the adventure, lady, the adventure. we go to green apple books and i find jean-philippe toussaint's The Bathroom. and then i have to go to the bathroom. the sex is fine and i'm alive.