Seriously, I have to say it somewhere that I just think it's ridiculous... you know, the whole thing about the taco meat. I mean, it's taco meat from a fast food taco place... what do you really expect? I have to agree with whoever said that if you feel so curious that you have to thing about what's in the meat, you may just want to pass on it!
But this is what we are as Americans, I suppose. We have to bitch and gripe about every little thing, don't we. I mean, I do...
I think the water is boiling now... guess I need to add the pasta and make dinner...
Monday, January 31, 2011
derogatory...
Once upon a time, I began to enjoy the trips to my in-law's home. I enjoyed the light conversation and the opportunity to pretend that i fit in somewhere...
I believe the decline of my welcome there occurred when I inadvertently made it known to my mother in-law that I was an atheist. (this simple fact I thought she had understood by this time) It happened on an easter a couple of years back. Okay, fuck... things seemed okay, and then this past year of T-give I was invited to the bar with her father and brother. Honored, and obviously would be a blatant slap in the face should I refuse, and so I accepted... I have nothing to converse about with these people... they know as little about Shakespeare and Oscar Wilde as I know about hunting and football. regardless, her brother did one thing that does srtike accord with me... the shot.
(3 phases of shots: 1 (i just met you) Lets do a shot of ----? 2 (i like you enough) Lets do a shot, what do you like, I'll do my fave. 3 (friends) what you drinking, we'll do the same together.)
Her brother did shots that I chose... for the first time I felt welcomed without the previously mentioned walls between...
My wife asked how it went, and I honestly answered that it was an exercise in uncomfortable silence, but that her brother and I did shots. Later, I was berated for letting my youngest taste the wine(none to her liking... surprise?) and that I offered a sip off my home made cider to my wife's oldest. (Yeah, ben doesn't drink, and it would have shocked the hell out of me should he accept) My mum-in-law then seemed to take an interest in a conversation I was having with one of her friends where I was engaged in a debate about the harms and effects of pornography on our youth... and she finally just said that she read my facebook and felt that I was putting on some facade there to gain followers... I blatantly spoke, and asked if she doubted my true nature, would she wish to hear it then... thus challenged, I spoke as I am, wont to do...
I will say that X-mas was a very uncomfortable time... and I am sure I was no longer as welcome to the family... I was not invited for the drink as I had been before... and I was most certainly dealt with in a more curt and defined manner that was obviously not a welcome manner.
And thus I have come to understand that I am most un-welcome... but I am who I am... I object against censorship of any kind, I praise ethnic diversity, and I relish in the freedom to enjoy pornography!
I have no family of my own... and I now realize that I should never rely on any one to be that for me...
Okay... alone I fucking gripe... i comprehend... and now, one more shot and off to another restless night of sleep...
(moral of the story: if you can act, don't drop the act!)
I believe the decline of my welcome there occurred when I inadvertently made it known to my mother in-law that I was an atheist. (this simple fact I thought she had understood by this time) It happened on an easter a couple of years back. Okay, fuck... things seemed okay, and then this past year of T-give I was invited to the bar with her father and brother. Honored, and obviously would be a blatant slap in the face should I refuse, and so I accepted... I have nothing to converse about with these people... they know as little about Shakespeare and Oscar Wilde as I know about hunting and football. regardless, her brother did one thing that does srtike accord with me... the shot.
(3 phases of shots: 1 (i just met you) Lets do a shot of ----? 2 (i like you enough) Lets do a shot, what do you like, I'll do my fave. 3 (friends) what you drinking, we'll do the same together.)
Her brother did shots that I chose... for the first time I felt welcomed without the previously mentioned walls between...
My wife asked how it went, and I honestly answered that it was an exercise in uncomfortable silence, but that her brother and I did shots. Later, I was berated for letting my youngest taste the wine(none to her liking... surprise?) and that I offered a sip off my home made cider to my wife's oldest. (Yeah, ben doesn't drink, and it would have shocked the hell out of me should he accept) My mum-in-law then seemed to take an interest in a conversation I was having with one of her friends where I was engaged in a debate about the harms and effects of pornography on our youth... and she finally just said that she read my facebook and felt that I was putting on some facade there to gain followers... I blatantly spoke, and asked if she doubted my true nature, would she wish to hear it then... thus challenged, I spoke as I am, wont to do...
I will say that X-mas was a very uncomfortable time... and I am sure I was no longer as welcome to the family... I was not invited for the drink as I had been before... and I was most certainly dealt with in a more curt and defined manner that was obviously not a welcome manner.
And thus I have come to understand that I am most un-welcome... but I am who I am... I object against censorship of any kind, I praise ethnic diversity, and I relish in the freedom to enjoy pornography!
I have no family of my own... and I now realize that I should never rely on any one to be that for me...
Okay... alone I fucking gripe... i comprehend... and now, one more shot and off to another restless night of sleep...
(moral of the story: if you can act, don't drop the act!)
Friday, January 28, 2011
Do you know time it is in England?
Seriously, if you want to know, Click this Shit! It's almost happy hour!
Okay, so I had a funny experience... okay, maybe just mildly amusing. I posted the blog about the drunk chick that I was clueless about, and of course, I was looking to see if I could find her on Facebook. Well, no luck. I also looked to find her friend who I liked a lot, just never like that. No dice either.
The next day, the friend found me on Facebook and friended me.
Okay, maybe just amusing to me.
More snow today. When I was young I used to love when it would snow because I would love to go out and play in the white stuff. I used to shovel the driveway and pile it all up in one corner so I could make an igloo... and I had some pretty kick ass ones in my days. I miss making igloos. I kinda want to make one on the porch of my apartment. I just need a lot more snow if I'm going to get enough from the sidewalk out front and side... fingers crossed.
Okay... off to the The Porno World! (Probably post update tonight!)
Okay, so I had a funny experience... okay, maybe just mildly amusing. I posted the blog about the drunk chick that I was clueless about, and of course, I was looking to see if I could find her on Facebook. Well, no luck. I also looked to find her friend who I liked a lot, just never like that. No dice either.
The next day, the friend found me on Facebook and friended me.
Okay, maybe just amusing to me.
More snow today. When I was young I used to love when it would snow because I would love to go out and play in the white stuff. I used to shovel the driveway and pile it all up in one corner so I could make an igloo... and I had some pretty kick ass ones in my days. I miss making igloos. I kinda want to make one on the porch of my apartment. I just need a lot more snow if I'm going to get enough from the sidewalk out front and side... fingers crossed.
Okay... off to the The Porno World! (Probably post update tonight!)
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Taking a break for a short story
"I have this cousin who has a farm," man one says.
"Yeah?" Man two prompts.
"He's a little weird. He lives alone, and I guess he gets lonely. He likes to fuck the animals," man one explains.
"That messed up," man two comments.
"No, what's really messed up is how he feels guilts afterwards and kills the animals he fucks," Man one states. "Then he butchers them up and eats them."
"Wow," Man two says.
"He's having a pig roast this weekend," man one says. "You want to come along?"
(If I understood why conversations like this happen in my head while I wash dishes, I feel that I would be better able to understand the very strange nature of my mind.)
"Yeah?" Man two prompts.
"He's a little weird. He lives alone, and I guess he gets lonely. He likes to fuck the animals," man one explains.
"That messed up," man two comments.
"No, what's really messed up is how he feels guilts afterwards and kills the animals he fucks," Man one states. "Then he butchers them up and eats them."
"Wow," Man two says.
"He's having a pig roast this weekend," man one says. "You want to come along?"
(If I understood why conversations like this happen in my head while I wash dishes, I feel that I would be better able to understand the very strange nature of my mind.)
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Pass one down...
I so hate sobriety some days. It makes me wish I could just keep drinking all the time. of course, the damage to the kidneys can be more taxing that the damage done to the liver... and the liver must die first.
There was this girl, and I was an idiot. Natural blonde, huge tits, and she evidently liked me a lot and I never caught on. She used to come and swim with me in her tiny bikini and once even flashed me... oh, may I never forget that moment. It was the first time I had ever been flashed. Ohhh... anyway, so I never picked up on it. How stupid... I played hero then. There was a time when she called me, claiming to have drunk a large about of vodka. I got to her house and found her acting ridiculous and may have actually been drunk. She had torn her refrigerator apart and there was a big mess all over the floor of smashed eggs, chocolate sauce and other things. She was trying to bathe her dog in stuff, she said. I cleaned her dog off, cleaned the floor and sent her to get a shower. She invited me to join her... should have. Instead I left her passed out in her bed in just a towel. I went home...
dumb ass... What the hell! Seriously! I was such a dumb shit!
There was this girl, and I was an idiot. Natural blonde, huge tits, and she evidently liked me a lot and I never caught on. She used to come and swim with me in her tiny bikini and once even flashed me... oh, may I never forget that moment. It was the first time I had ever been flashed. Ohhh... anyway, so I never picked up on it. How stupid... I played hero then. There was a time when she called me, claiming to have drunk a large about of vodka. I got to her house and found her acting ridiculous and may have actually been drunk. She had torn her refrigerator apart and there was a big mess all over the floor of smashed eggs, chocolate sauce and other things. She was trying to bathe her dog in stuff, she said. I cleaned her dog off, cleaned the floor and sent her to get a shower. She invited me to join her... should have. Instead I left her passed out in her bed in just a towel. I went home...
dumb ass... What the hell! Seriously! I was such a dumb shit!
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