I just watched Oprah's latest episode today on Freegan people. It's about people who like to dumpster dive. I can't expalin the nausea I feel about digging into garbage and grabbing things from said garbage and taking it home. I have issues getting furniture from the Salvation Army. Right now I have no furniture. I'm like Christian from Project Runway who sleeps on the floor cuz he'd rather spend money on clothes. I'd rather spend my money on coffee at the Beanery, money for a new dress to network in, and on the endless supply of water I have to keep buying cuz the water from the faucet will make your teeth rot here.
I just don't get this Freegan thing...people like doctors and lawyers going in packs or with thier wives or hubbys to dig through garbage and then move on to digging in other garbage. The amount of energy and time that all takes is just mind boggling to me. Holy Jebus, I'm gonna have to add that to my list....the other list. This one isn't laminated... I have bunches of lists....if the Losties, Winchesters, The Others, and whomever else can have numerous lists than I can too....now my other list is a mental list you pop up when you meet a dude. So i will add this Are you a freegan to the list cuz that's not something I want to spring up on my on a Friay night. "Hey sweetie instead of going to Mr. Chows and Hyde how about we do something I like to do?" and then I'll make a face and say , "What?" and then it'll be sprung and not in a good way on me "'I'm a Freegan and I love to save money and dig for half gallons of milk and opened funions." And then I'll calmly pick myself up and say, "No. I will not be digging for my meal tonight." And I'll grab my shizz tell him it's been real and try to leave without kackling in his face and spewing venom on his cheap ass. No the freegan life is not for me.
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