hypocrites are not hip

rainy, windy, cloudy copenhagen. at least it's getting 'warmer.' i want to cook something extravagant and warm but i don't want to spend a lot of money. roasted vegetables are getting a bit boring... two pretty (and cheap) aubergines found their way into my backpack so maybe baba ghanouj will mysteriously appear tonight. the dane is gone all day, working from morning til midnight. i tend to eat a lot more fruit and vegetables when he's not around. boys.

man, it is creeping me out how much waste we make. out of the seven of us living in the collective, i think there's at least like 5 kilos of trash every day. at least we could use the coffee grounds (many cups a joe run through this apartment) and vegetable peelings for the potted plants in here. why can't i just take my milk bottle back to fakta on monday and ask them to fill it with skim? how about taking a bowl from home to carry the kilo of flour that i'll buy from superbrugsen? i still eat all those 'bad' things like non-organic pomelos from china and black beans from who-knows-where. "my conscience wants vegetarianism to win over the world. and my subconscious is yearning for a piece of juicy meat. but what do i want?"

it pisses me off when my drinks come in bottles that can't be recycled but i am still gonna drive a car in california and i am still gonna take a plane to norway. boo.