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MAJOR FLAVOR: Guinness is Good for You →
Smirk all you want, Guinness actually is good for you.
“Guinness Extra Stout has only 176 calories per 12 ounces, according to both CalorieKing and WastedCalories. That works out to 234 calories for a 16-ounce pint,” says the Orange County Register.
“By comparison, 16 ounces of…
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currently listening to: norma jean
album: meridional
over the past three years i have experienced drought, starvation, love, and love lost. i’ve learned how to cook, i’ve learned how to make something out of nothing. it is at this juncture in my life that i’ve realized that society is godamn fucking pathetic. we all dream about having these vast acres of land, with these enormous mansions being famous in some regard. yet we all bitch about not having them, when the only reality is that we do nothing to achieve these dreams. have you ever stopped to think about the difference between ‘dreams’ and ‘goals’? dreams are an unrealistic unattainable idea that everyone has, it’s a lot like a light at the end of an endless tunnel. you see it, but no matter how fucking hard to try to can never quite reach it. goals are realistic, they are attainable, they are possible. only problem is, the world has fucked you so hard you look like a yoga practitioner on acid. they throw shit at you every day, filling your head with lies and slander. you don’t even fucking realize! your brain can only process so much information in one day, and for those of you who waste your time on facebook, video games, and television. WAKE THE FUCK UP! you need to stop, go outside, and engage in the real world. […and this is where my paranoid controversial side comes out.] this is exactly what the government wants, they want mindless drones. they’re easier to control than people who can actually think and act for themselves. there is no way that the entire world can wake-up from this reality that we’ve been face fucked by since we were born, people are just too godamned retarded. for those of you who read this and think and/or say, ‘i understand exactly what your talking about.’ go spread the word, go play soccer, or basketball, practice parkour, or free running if you’re part of the flashy lot. -break-
45 minutes later:
the break was instigated by my dog wanting to go out. [there’s another thing you could do, GET A DOG. they’re lovable, obedient, and loyal. my dog for example, is most likely the only bitch i will ever love.] typically she only likes going for brief walks around the block, but tonight! oh man tonight, she decides to take her sweet time sniffing around the alley way behind my house. at the time it was a pain in the ass, considering i was in a mood. BUT! there was a lady walking her dog across the street, aeris [my canine] spots hers out and immediately B-lines it for the dog. yelling, “AERIS STOP!” she slows to more of a competition style jog, but eventually comes to an abrupt stop and the end of the leash, yanking me forward to mimic her previous jog. at this point the lady is laughing at my theatrics, and how ridiculous the pair of us must look. aeris wearing a pink and white polka-dot sweater thing, me wearing all black with a band logo sporting an upside-down cross hood-up. [part of the reason i got her the sweater, much like my hello kitty debit card.] she crosses the street and i immediately recognize her. this woman, as it would turn out, i’ve seen occasionally walking around my city of residence. i actually bought something at her yard sale not too long ago. wanting to start a conversation but coming up short, i said thank you and walked away. anyway, our dogs immediately greet and start sniffing ass. [i always wondered if dogs would go ass to mouth, i mean they do eat there own shit. with that said is it a step up or down…? these are the things i tend to stumble upon on during the travels through my mind.] she says hello and asked if my dog was a boy or a girl. [this is a perfect example of how i go about getting woman. to put it bluntly, i don’t. i never chase anything, i tried that once going against everything in my body that told me not to. another long story short, it didn’t work out. i may speak to you but i will never attempt to ‘spit game’ or try any form of out right flirting. here i go getting off track, this will happen often, bare with me.] i said, “boy!” quickly realizing the complete and utter fail of my response, i quickly remarked, “i mean girl, sorry.” she responds with saying how this is her first dog, and continued to comment on how well our dogs got along. she decides it would be a fantastic idea for us to walk our dogs a bit further down the block. immediately after she starts telling me this story about how some rent-a-cop tried to give her a ticket for verbally harassing and officer, having a dog on a leash longer than six feet, and having a dog in a no dog park. all of which are bullshit, except the last. [i forgot to mention earlier her breath wreaked of a combination of whiskey, sweet and sour mix and sprite, my three favorite drinks.] she fucks the story up at least six or seven times before some guy gets out of a taxi and comes running down the street saying, “hey! i love this dog!” assuming that the lady knew this random fuck i ignore him, and continue to listen to her re-tell me the story. after a while aeris gets bored and starts walking away, i follow, and the woman says hey i turn around and she waves me back and nods toward the guy. automatically i think oh shit! she has no idea who this fuckin’ guy is so i walk back. we start talking about random shit, and the guy continues to lurk, so i say, “i’ll walk you home come on.” she says good bye to the guy i give him little more than a nod. as we’re walking towards her house she says, “who the hell was that guy?” “haven’t a clue.” “did you see him trying to grope me?” “i sure didn’t, i would have said something if i did.” “thanks for coming back.” “no worries, i assumed you knew him since he came over the way he did. i wouldn’t have left had i known otherwise.” “it’s alright, i’m just glad you didn’t leave.” at this point we reached her home, said our good nights, typical nice to meet you, good night. this is where i was taken back, she gave the universal sign for a hug, putting her arms out. sure she was drunk, but i’ve never met anyone that friendly in quite some time drunk or not.
here’s a quote, straight from the story lady herself;
“the things you run into when you walk your dog.”
P.S. i’ve done it, i’ve gone from one end of the spectrum to the other. this also will happen a lot, along with my posts being nonsensical and disorganized as fuck.
GOOD NIGHT!
…or something.
