So I was lookin at this thing about zodiac, then about chinese zodiac, then it led me to something about dosha, which i hadn't heard of. And right now i'll try just about anything, so i took this quiz and based on some stuff it gave me suggestions on lifestyle habits to change. Like, some stuff I was already doin because i'm all anxious and gross and blah and angry but it gave me some specifics to try because right now i was just pullin ideas outta my ass and trying them. Yes, yes i do take my advice from the internet; thanks for axing.
Accumulated Vata
When Vata is out of balance, change and movement agitate the physiology resulting in a sense of instability. Balancing Vata requires introducing more grounding and stabilizing influences. Think routine and consistency. Here are a few tips to encourage balance and well-being:
Body
Take a gentle yoga class and connect with your body
Perform a daily self massage with relaxing herbalized oil
Take deep breaths throughout the day
Eat three meals per day and favor sweet, sour, and salty tastes
Drink Relaxing Tea
Enjoy a hot bath with Relaxing oils
Stay warm
Accumulated Pitta
Out of balance Pitta leads to irritability, aggravation, and inflammation. Balancing Pitta requires opening up some space during your day so you are not perpetually generating friction. Think soothing and cooling. Here are some tips to maximize balance and well-being:
Mind
Meditate twice a day to calm the mind and soothe the body
Find time each day to un-plug and relax
Wear soothing fragrances
Listen to medium tempo melodies
Minimize heavy reading, eating, or watching TV right before bed
Diffuse soothing fragrances into your environment
Favor cool and soft colors – blues, greens and white
Spend time each day communing with nature
Anyway. Interesting stuff. Which made me think of a couple of weeks ago where I should have worn something other than the black shirt I was wearing cuz i felt terrible the whole day.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
The Ridiculousness of DADT.
I read this on T-shirt hell. Fucking hilarious. Offensive as hell, but valid and hilarious, adn sometimes offensive gets the point across when nothing else will.
"President Obama recently said it is time to repeal "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" and allow gay troops to serve openly. But before committing to such a huge change, he tested the water with a single openly gay soldier, Private Davis Kent. Below, to help us better understand the ramifications of this policy reversal, are excerpts from the journal he kept on the front lines in Afghanistan.
Day 1
I was naive to think I was prepared for this. 30 years of Basic couldn't have eased the immobilizing sense of dread. It took every ounce of my courage to push that out of my mind and fuck 3 dudes in the ass. Whizzing bullets and the constant threat of IEDs made it near impossible to maintain an erection, but I forged ahead. Because cumming in dudes is all I do. God I love cock.
Day 4
I was confronted with the true cost of war today. I entered a bombed-out building to do a weapon-sweep and instead discovered 2 newly orphaned babies. Then I checked my watch and realized I hadn't had gay sex in over 10 minutes. No other soldiers were around, so I dressed the babies up like cocks and shoved them in my ass. Not quite the real thing, but it momentarily appeased my cock-lust. Jesus Christ, I love big, throbbing cocks!
Day 11
I had to laugh when a reporter hit camp. It's insulting that some dick thinks he can relate our experience just because he bought the ability to string together 10-dollar words. Which is why I didn't mind making 50 makeshift cocks out of MREs, nailing them to his body and rolling all over him like a pig in slop. Did I mention I love cock? I wish someone would organize a cock parade and the parade route just said "In my ass." COCK!
Day 24
The conflict in Afghanistan came to an abrupt end today. It began innocently enough... I raped one guy to death, then two, and it just snowballed from there. Before I knew what happened I had raped every male civilian, enemy combatant and U.S. soldier in the country to death. And if you know anything about gays you know I didn't stop there.
I removed every lifeless cock from every corpse I had raped to death, sewed those cocks onto every Afghan female and raped all of them to death too. Sometimes I wish god had made me straight so I was a human with character traits and not just this organism that thinks of nothing but sex involving multiple cocks. But then I put that out of my mind and wrap my mouth around a penis.
Oh god... Daddy needs an Olympic-sized swimming pool full of cock! Just load up 10 dump trucks with cock, circle them around me and dump that shit! I want to suffocate in that huge mass of dangle so even my very last breath will be filled with cock. COOOOOOCK!
Day 25
Death looms. Supplies are low and I've lost radio contact. Mostly because every communication device I find I forge into some kind of phallus and use it to sodomize myself. Food would've been bountiful due to the abundance of goats in the area, but, you know.
So this is my last entry. To whoever finds this: Tell the President it was a nice thought, but it won't work. Maybe if we had control of our libidos as humans do, but since we're merely vessels placed on Earth so the universe can service its gay impulses, I cannot in good conscience recommend us for military service. Or for anything else, really. It may look like we've had ordinary jobs all these years, but we're really just waiting for a chance to violate your male anus.
The light is growing dim. Tell all the world's cocks that I love them and I wish they could've been in me more. Now open those pearly ga- Whoa. Nice cock, Saint Peter. That's going to be delicious."
"President Obama recently said it is time to repeal "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" and allow gay troops to serve openly. But before committing to such a huge change, he tested the water with a single openly gay soldier, Private Davis Kent. Below, to help us better understand the ramifications of this policy reversal, are excerpts from the journal he kept on the front lines in Afghanistan.
Day 1
I was naive to think I was prepared for this. 30 years of Basic couldn't have eased the immobilizing sense of dread. It took every ounce of my courage to push that out of my mind and fuck 3 dudes in the ass. Whizzing bullets and the constant threat of IEDs made it near impossible to maintain an erection, but I forged ahead. Because cumming in dudes is all I do. God I love cock.
Day 4
I was confronted with the true cost of war today. I entered a bombed-out building to do a weapon-sweep and instead discovered 2 newly orphaned babies. Then I checked my watch and realized I hadn't had gay sex in over 10 minutes. No other soldiers were around, so I dressed the babies up like cocks and shoved them in my ass. Not quite the real thing, but it momentarily appeased my cock-lust. Jesus Christ, I love big, throbbing cocks!
Day 11
I had to laugh when a reporter hit camp. It's insulting that some dick thinks he can relate our experience just because he bought the ability to string together 10-dollar words. Which is why I didn't mind making 50 makeshift cocks out of MREs, nailing them to his body and rolling all over him like a pig in slop. Did I mention I love cock? I wish someone would organize a cock parade and the parade route just said "In my ass." COCK!
Day 24
The conflict in Afghanistan came to an abrupt end today. It began innocently enough... I raped one guy to death, then two, and it just snowballed from there. Before I knew what happened I had raped every male civilian, enemy combatant and U.S. soldier in the country to death. And if you know anything about gays you know I didn't stop there.
I removed every lifeless cock from every corpse I had raped to death, sewed those cocks onto every Afghan female and raped all of them to death too. Sometimes I wish god had made me straight so I was a human with character traits and not just this organism that thinks of nothing but sex involving multiple cocks. But then I put that out of my mind and wrap my mouth around a penis.
Oh god... Daddy needs an Olympic-sized swimming pool full of cock! Just load up 10 dump trucks with cock, circle them around me and dump that shit! I want to suffocate in that huge mass of dangle so even my very last breath will be filled with cock. COOOOOOCK!
Day 25
Death looms. Supplies are low and I've lost radio contact. Mostly because every communication device I find I forge into some kind of phallus and use it to sodomize myself. Food would've been bountiful due to the abundance of goats in the area, but, you know.
So this is my last entry. To whoever finds this: Tell the President it was a nice thought, but it won't work. Maybe if we had control of our libidos as humans do, but since we're merely vessels placed on Earth so the universe can service its gay impulses, I cannot in good conscience recommend us for military service. Or for anything else, really. It may look like we've had ordinary jobs all these years, but we're really just waiting for a chance to violate your male anus.
The light is growing dim. Tell all the world's cocks that I love them and I wish they could've been in me more. Now open those pearly ga- Whoa. Nice cock, Saint Peter. That's going to be delicious."
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Sleep to Dream.
Man, I dunno whether it's my period or what, but i've been havin some crazy fucking dreams. And i'm not used to dreaming when I go to sleep, and they're all weird, and it's been four days in a row, and it's making all my days out of sorts, in a 'the sky is aquamarine' sorta way. Like, i'm bordering on delirious up in here. The only one I remember was that a cougar (the hot older woman, not the jungle animal) was trying to jump on my face. Which could have been erotic, except it was just distressing. I remember having a dream last night that caused me to open my eyes in the middle of the night and stare at the ceiling to try to stop it, except it wouldn't stop, so i'm sittin here with my eyes open having this creepy dream. I can't remember. Was I being chased, or fighting someone?
I got my sewing machine up and running. I've altered a couple of shirts to fit FINALLY, LAWD. I did some jeans too; I need to work on it obviously because I wanna do some pants and have them lookin nice instead of fonky. And I tie-dyed a shirt. Two shirts. And I figured out my guitar scales and boy do i feel daft. So pretty soon i'll start trying to practice those. Also, my ladyfriend taught me some weight exercises so hopefully i'll be able to do that two or three times a week and i'll have some arm action by the time I wanna wear sleeveless shit. Yeah, I said that last year, but this year I know how to work it. I think I wanna play with some facial hair tonight.
I got my sewing machine up and running. I've altered a couple of shirts to fit FINALLY, LAWD. I did some jeans too; I need to work on it obviously because I wanna do some pants and have them lookin nice instead of fonky. And I tie-dyed a shirt. Two shirts. And I figured out my guitar scales and boy do i feel daft. So pretty soon i'll start trying to practice those. Also, my ladyfriend taught me some weight exercises so hopefully i'll be able to do that two or three times a week and i'll have some arm action by the time I wanna wear sleeveless shit. Yeah, I said that last year, but this year I know how to work it. I think I wanna play with some facial hair tonight.
Friday, January 22, 2010
Levelled without a cause.
So like, I saw on twitter some online forum i occassionally visit was mad about Conan O'Brien spending 1.5 million on his show while the situation in Haiti is goin on. I commented that they need to be mad about black people not pitching in rather than some white guy who couldn't care less. Just an opinion. But then they tried to wail on me with some pseudointellectual bullshit about lemme see if I can find it to repost since it irked me so.
"um what makes you think that other subjugated ppl r n a position to throw arnd $1.5 mil like it ain't no thang? &... ppl of color have been trained not 2 c our connections to each other, even when we look a like. #madatwhitesupremacy&empire; i ain't mad, just observing. if i'ma be mad, i'ma be mad at e'rybody. the wrath don't discriminate."
What? That doesn't even make sense. Well, it would if this were 1895 and we were all named Addy Walker but, since we's a'free now, it's obsolete.
1) Conan is not a philanthropist. Not to say he couldn't be one, but he's never presented himself as such.
2) I don't know why you expect this one man to throw a million dollars in the direction of some negroes when it's not like Lil Wayne is sellin his chains for charity. AND I'm willing to bet no negroes were shot or beat in the making of Conan's show. Can't say the same for that shiny chain.
3) Stop being mad at white people for 'training black people to not see our connections' and be mad at black people for not trying to rectify that shit. You see the problem, so fix it. White people are not worried about pitting us against each other; we're carrying that on for them.
4) Also. Stop talkin about oppressed people being in no position to toss around that much money. When the hell has that ever stopped us before? Re: Chain. It's the same reason that woman in the bricks is bent on buyin her son the latest Dunks and PlayStation12. Your priorities about white:black people are as misplaced as her priorities on shoes:college, as is your rage.
Like, that shit really pissed me off. WTF kinda logic...that don't even make sense. It makes so little sense that my grammar is suffering greatly in this blog.
"um what makes you think that other subjugated ppl r n a position to throw arnd $1.5 mil like it ain't no thang? &... ppl of color have been trained not 2 c our connections to each other, even when we look a like. #madatwhitesupremacy&empire; i ain't mad, just observing. if i'ma be mad, i'ma be mad at e'rybody. the wrath don't discriminate."
What? That doesn't even make sense. Well, it would if this were 1895 and we were all named Addy Walker but, since we's a'free now, it's obsolete.
1) Conan is not a philanthropist. Not to say he couldn't be one, but he's never presented himself as such.
2) I don't know why you expect this one man to throw a million dollars in the direction of some negroes when it's not like Lil Wayne is sellin his chains for charity. AND I'm willing to bet no negroes were shot or beat in the making of Conan's show. Can't say the same for that shiny chain.
3) Stop being mad at white people for 'training black people to not see our connections' and be mad at black people for not trying to rectify that shit. You see the problem, so fix it. White people are not worried about pitting us against each other; we're carrying that on for them.
4) Also. Stop talkin about oppressed people being in no position to toss around that much money. When the hell has that ever stopped us before? Re: Chain. It's the same reason that woman in the bricks is bent on buyin her son the latest Dunks and PlayStation12. Your priorities about white:black people are as misplaced as her priorities on shoes:college, as is your rage.
Like, that shit really pissed me off. WTF kinda logic...that don't even make sense. It makes so little sense that my grammar is suffering greatly in this blog.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
formspring.me
What's your favorite candle smell?
I dunno. I like fresh smells. I don't really like flowery smells, or fruity smells that make me hungry. So some sort of mountain rain/ sandlewood manliness. Something that says, 'If your house were a human, it would have a beard and wear hemp.'
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What is the worst dream you have ever had?
probably the one with the guy vivisecting his children. like, dude cut off his son's legs cuz he was sorta prancy and put screws into his thigh stumps and hung him from the ceiling, then cut off his daughter's arm and sewed it to the other side with the other arm cuz she stole something or something like that. It was ca-RAAAZY.
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breakfast or dinner?
Neither. I just eat. All hours of the day. Which i guess the first meal would be breakfast no matter what time it falls, eh?
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