let it go

couple days and i'll reach one month of no sugar, no dairy, no wheat, no eggs, no caffeine, no alcohol. this freakish restrictive diet allows me to freakishly recount every infringement which would include a margarita, about five beers, two cocktails and some pancakes that i thought were all buckwheat but they were cut with wheat flour. have to say i feel great. this was doctor suggested; mostly because i've willy nilly cut these things out with no real structure for the last three years and we figured, fuck, let's just do it all and do it all for four weeks and see how my body reacts. two observations off the bat: one, pooping with regularity and with productivity is one of life's lovely simple pleasures and two, waking up and not having to take five minutes to gauge my hangover makes my mornings spring like a super bounce ball. thanks goodness i like to cook and i like to cook healthy and balanced because it made this so easy. i don't know how mcdonald's-a-day types could ever back out of that relationship, especially since "kale" or "flax" are concepts that have probably never fallen from their lips, much less passed through their ears. how depressing.

anyway, here's some multi-faceted celebratory jams. you've got flailing, passive moshing, two of the best beats europe has ever produced, and style so thick i could've spread it on my gluten-free toast this morning.