So, all of a sudden I have loads of motivation but very few places to focus it on.
I guess it's time I got off my non-existent ass and started doing something with my life. Something interesting.
And sexy!
Inspirational long quote of the whatever word that represents a quantity of time that'd apply best
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And now I want to tell you about my late Uncle Alex. He was my father’s kid brother, a childless graduate of Harvard who was an honest life insurance salesman in Indianapolis. He was well-read and wise. And his principal complaint about other human beings was that they so seldom noticed it when they were happy. So when we were drinking lemonade under an apple tree in the summer, say, and talking lazily about this and that, almost buzzing like honeybees, Uncle Alex would suddenly interrupt the agreeable blather to exclaim, ''If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.''
So I do the same now, and so do my kids and grandkids. And I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, ''If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.''
That’s one favor I’ve asked of you.
Now I’ve got another one, a show of hands. How many of you have had a teacher at any point in your entire education who made you happier to be alive, prouder to be alive than you had previously believed possible? Now please say the name of that teacher out loud to someone sitting or standing near you.
OK? All done? ''If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.''
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That's all by Kurt Vonnegut. I always manage to catch my hero's on Jon Stuart's show a few weeks before they kick the bucket. He's probably the best damn writer I've ever stumbled across, but he's up in heaven now. Hahahahahahaha! I laugh, because I'm a humanist. So was he.
Which means neither one of us believe in a heaven of any sort other than the kind we can make in the here and now and with each other. And that's one line that'll send any humanist into fucking stitches.
And so.
Mr. Finkbeiner (I hope i'm spelling that right) you taught me how to really, really fall in love with music and because of you I'm a jack of all trades with instruments.
And Patterson, by fluke of a half-decent essay you encouraged me to tap tap tap these fingers on these wee little square cunts. Not actual cunts mind yee. Scottish.
And side note to self, read more irvine welsh then take a stab at writing in the scottish accent on me mums side.
So I do the same now, and so do my kids and grandkids. And I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, ''If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.''
That’s one favor I’ve asked of you.
Now I’ve got another one, a show of hands. How many of you have had a teacher at any point in your entire education who made you happier to be alive, prouder to be alive than you had previously believed possible? Now please say the name of that teacher out loud to someone sitting or standing near you.
OK? All done? ''If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.''
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That's all by Kurt Vonnegut. I always manage to catch my hero's on Jon Stuart's show a few weeks before they kick the bucket. He's probably the best damn writer I've ever stumbled across, but he's up in heaven now. Hahahahahahaha! I laugh, because I'm a humanist. So was he.
Which means neither one of us believe in a heaven of any sort other than the kind we can make in the here and now and with each other. And that's one line that'll send any humanist into fucking stitches.
And so.
Mr. Finkbeiner (I hope i'm spelling that right) you taught me how to really, really fall in love with music and because of you I'm a jack of all trades with instruments.
And Patterson, by fluke of a half-decent essay you encouraged me to tap tap tap these fingers on these wee little square cunts. Not actual cunts mind yee. Scottish.
And side note to self, read more irvine welsh then take a stab at writing in the scottish accent on me mums side.
Pride!
Canada Day is soon!
I usually don't care about this day too much, which I suppose is a very Canadian thing to do.
BUT THIS JULY 1st THE LEATHER JACKET IS GOIN ON AND I'M GONNA GET ROWDY IN THE NAME OF THE COMMONWEALTH, BEER, AND SNOW!
I usually don't care about this day too much, which I suppose is a very Canadian thing to do.
BUT THIS JULY 1st THE LEATHER JACKET IS GOIN ON AND I'M GONNA GET ROWDY IN THE NAME OF THE COMMONWEALTH, BEER, AND SNOW!
Shazam motherfucker!
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Sometimes being so seemingly self aware is a little tiresome, especially during the upside down roller coasters where - OH SHIT MY SHOULDER SAFETY PADS JUST FLEW OFF - sometimes occurs.
I had one of those nights where I'm reminded of busy busy busy and am seemingly overwhelmed by the strangest sensation that I may actually be partially bending the universe to my will on some kind of subtle plain of existence. Of course to be fair I'm an agnostic that more leans towards atheism and a grand appreciation of the universe and the obvious vastness of the unknowns that make up its parts.
That being said sometimes these crazy meat sacks in our skulls make the perception of existence the craziest thing!
All in all whatever happens on a romantic level will happen, there's no point in getting annoyed or wasting energy on people that obviously don't hold any kind of mutual feelings. I don't think you should even have to feel like you have to devote energy to a person, it should happen naturally and never seem like a burden.
I don't think I've ever really been in love before but I'm not so sure if becoming a Captain Hook (dustin hoffman ocourse) will be the most enriching life. I'm basically the last descendant of two family's so, shit, I might as well do my best to make those who came before me roll around in their graves from all the ruckus I stir up.
I had one of those nights where I'm reminded of busy busy busy and am seemingly overwhelmed by the strangest sensation that I may actually be partially bending the universe to my will on some kind of subtle plain of existence. Of course to be fair I'm an agnostic that more leans towards atheism and a grand appreciation of the universe and the obvious vastness of the unknowns that make up its parts.
That being said sometimes these crazy meat sacks in our skulls make the perception of existence the craziest thing!
All in all whatever happens on a romantic level will happen, there's no point in getting annoyed or wasting energy on people that obviously don't hold any kind of mutual feelings. I don't think you should even have to feel like you have to devote energy to a person, it should happen naturally and never seem like a burden.
I don't think I've ever really been in love before but I'm not so sure if becoming a Captain Hook (dustin hoffman ocourse) will be the most enriching life. I'm basically the last descendant of two family's so, shit, I might as well do my best to make those who came before me roll around in their graves from all the ruckus I stir up.
WTF
men are dumb.,
WTF
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God damnit not another ridiculous cliffhanger romantic situation. And this one's a bisexual! Oh how I usually loathe the bisexuals, but at least he isn't a closet case about it and he's been in serious relationships with guys.
But wtf is with this cliffhanger shit, honestly?!?!?!
Just fucking tell me whatever it is the work situation is, 'cause it sounds like you either might be moving or DYING of a terminal illness (which is more like a worst case scenario).
Is it honestly that difficult to be straight forward? And since it seems it is, I always find myself making the most awkward phone calls/emails to try and bring some light to these situations.
Should I just go with the crowds and cease with putting forth any effort at all into any kind of romantic relationship?
BALLS!
But wtf is with this cliffhanger shit, honestly?!?!?!
Just fucking tell me whatever it is the work situation is, 'cause it sounds like you either might be moving or DYING of a terminal illness (which is more like a worst case scenario).
Is it honestly that difficult to be straight forward? And since it seems it is, I always find myself making the most awkward phone calls/emails to try and bring some light to these situations.
Should I just go with the crowds and cease with putting forth any effort at all into any kind of romantic relationship?
BALLS!
lame
lame
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I forgot how borderline cathartic copious amounts of physical exercise can be in regards to smoothing over the cracks and gaping chasms that stretch out across endless fields of neurotic thinking and troublesome over analyzing. Don't get me wrong there are still experiences back there in the space time continuum that still make up apart of the jetsam and flotsam of the surface thoughts, but instead of being made up of bloated corpses (holy dramatic shit batman!) they're just chunks of plank wood and used condoms.
I guess they kind of go back and forth depending on the levels of endorphins playing dodge ball up in my average, over-sized human brain. Biking does dick all. I clocked 50km today (which isn't that much for me) and still had the angst! Grabbed an 8km run at midnight and felt incredible! I'm still feelin' pretty fuckin wicked right now, especially compared to the shit-tastic moods I battled earlier.
Anyway please hire a stereotypical 30's 'oh a wijhe guy sheee?!" gangster to bust my knee caps in with some kind of hilarious blunt object (dildo's are over-used, I'll be sad if it's a big rubber dick. be creative!) if I ever take such a long break from running. I used to go for 2 hours every night 6 days a week on top of other glorious closet-case-jock activities.
Sex is so weird.
When I was much younger I didn't get why anyone who wasn't white as a crackah could be or would be homophobic. I thought that the copious amounts of racism that had been inflicted upon them would make them somehow universally kind to anyone different.
People love to hate, it's one of the easiest things in the world you can do short of letting one rip beside a best friend.
Boy was I in for a shock!
But I digressed.
It's so damn nerve-wracking sometimes. And totally kick ass.
I never really had a typical big gay whore phase, hope I never do. It's always been fairly impossible for me to figure out some kind of mental loop-hole to trick myself into having disgusting casual sex with a stranger. My romantic relationships for the most part have always been unspoken connections that last for a varying amount of time before changing and moving on.
Apparently nothing lasts forever. I'm slowly starting to learn to be happy with a series of moments in a certain period of time and enjoying them for what they were and not mourning when those times are done and gone. People, romantic relationships, even friendships, they're so brief. In the much bigger picture we wouldn't even be considered as a blip. A tiny particle that was still chilling in an existence that a bunch of bipedal primates had no idea about.
So shit. What else are you supposed to do? Long term and heavy connections and sharing of time and space don't ever really happen, so go crazy or go zen.
Not gonna shave my head anytime soon, but I'll go for a change in perception.
I guess they kind of go back and forth depending on the levels of endorphins playing dodge ball up in my average, over-sized human brain. Biking does dick all. I clocked 50km today (which isn't that much for me) and still had the angst! Grabbed an 8km run at midnight and felt incredible! I'm still feelin' pretty fuckin wicked right now, especially compared to the shit-tastic moods I battled earlier.
Anyway please hire a stereotypical 30's 'oh a wijhe guy sheee?!" gangster to bust my knee caps in with some kind of hilarious blunt object (dildo's are over-used, I'll be sad if it's a big rubber dick. be creative!) if I ever take such a long break from running. I used to go for 2 hours every night 6 days a week on top of other glorious closet-case-jock activities.
Sex is so weird.
When I was much younger I didn't get why anyone who wasn't white as a crackah could be or would be homophobic. I thought that the copious amounts of racism that had been inflicted upon them would make them somehow universally kind to anyone different.
People love to hate, it's one of the easiest things in the world you can do short of letting one rip beside a best friend.
Boy was I in for a shock!
But I digressed.
It's so damn nerve-wracking sometimes. And totally kick ass.
I never really had a typical big gay whore phase, hope I never do. It's always been fairly impossible for me to figure out some kind of mental loop-hole to trick myself into having disgusting casual sex with a stranger. My romantic relationships for the most part have always been unspoken connections that last for a varying amount of time before changing and moving on.
Apparently nothing lasts forever. I'm slowly starting to learn to be happy with a series of moments in a certain period of time and enjoying them for what they were and not mourning when those times are done and gone. People, romantic relationships, even friendships, they're so brief. In the much bigger picture we wouldn't even be considered as a blip. A tiny particle that was still chilling in an existence that a bunch of bipedal primates had no idea about.
So shit. What else are you supposed to do? Long term and heavy connections and sharing of time and space don't ever really happen, so go crazy or go zen.
Not gonna shave my head anytime soon, but I'll go for a change in perception.
Adult Settings!?
Not that anyone reads this, but I put the adult settings beastie on mostly because I'm disgustingly vulgar. Irvine Welsh is awesome and the freckly blood of the Scots runs through these veins so the word cunt doesn't make me shit myself every time it slips out of my mouth.
Never, EVER say it in front of your mum or ladies you don't know. Or the elderly or small children who aren't in coma's.
Everyone should read a few stories by Irvine, kids these days would refer to him as pretty fucking sick if they had the stomach to read phonetic Scottish writing. Not that all of his stuff is like that, ah dinnae kin ya wee-cunt.
Last post was insane.
Relationships are lame and the current one is nose-diving.
People need to stop having kids and start saving polar bears or just give up on the whole living on the earth thing!
Our brains are big enough to crack atoms and obliterate entire cities but not big enough to learn how to get along. Go figure.
And a live action dragon ball z AND a live action Zelda movie are clearly two more infallible reasons as to why no god exists.
Ah well, there's no way those bastards will be able to butcher hilarious house of frightenstein, my last bastion of child-hood television love!
Never, EVER say it in front of your mum or ladies you don't know. Or the elderly or small children who aren't in coma's.
Everyone should read a few stories by Irvine, kids these days would refer to him as pretty fucking sick if they had the stomach to read phonetic Scottish writing. Not that all of his stuff is like that, ah dinnae kin ya wee-cunt.
Last post was insane.
Relationships are lame and the current one is nose-diving.
People need to stop having kids and start saving polar bears or just give up on the whole living on the earth thing!
Our brains are big enough to crack atoms and obliterate entire cities but not big enough to learn how to get along. Go figure.
And a live action dragon ball z AND a live action Zelda movie are clearly two more infallible reasons as to why no god exists.
Ah well, there's no way those bastards will be able to butcher hilarious house of frightenstein, my last bastion of child-hood television love!
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