I don't think I am much closer to Zen than I was 22 days ago. Maybe my expectations were a bit high. Maybe Zen isn't meant for everyone on the Planet. Maybe Zen means different things to different people. I watch videos of Monks regularly, and they seem as content as a human could be. … Continue reading 37 Days to Zen -Day 22 Change Day 15 Days to Go
There are some days I am not worth shooting, and since I am writing this at night, I can go ahead and tell you that today was one of those days. I felt like crap since waking up. I didn't want to get out of bed; I didn't want to get in the shower, I … Continue reading 37 Days to Zen – Day 18 Rough Day 11
Lunch was another chicken; I am beginning to wonder if I will be tried for genocidal crimes against chickens one day. Still no full flavored soda product, as I took down another sugar-free Monster.
I supplemented my breakfast with beef jerky to tide me over until lunch, where I murdered yet another defenseless chicken, this time dipped in lemon heaven.
T-minus 2 days and I don't know if it's the standard daily depression or being depressed for knowing I will not be able to call away for a pizza in three days. Either way, it sucks. Breakfast - normal daily operating procedures with the Swiss Cake Rolls and Monster. White labeled sugar-free is the preferred … Continue reading 37 Days to Zen, 2 Days until Jesus Comes Back
So, with day 2 in the books, I felt good for a total of an hour and a half, the total time it took me to consume my meals. The rest of the day I remained as sluggish as always, irritable, and an uneasy feeling now growing in the pit of my stomach.
I am usually a waffle man. Waffles, a gallon of syrup, and a few pieces of sausage and I am in food heaven. A trip to Denny's is more for the lunch menu and a Grand Slamwich with seasoned fries kind of order. The other day, I decided to try my luck with some pancakes, … Continue reading Denny’s Pancake Perfection
Yoga pants, tight black low-cut shirt, tattoos, dark grey jacket, bleach blonde hair, beanie, big glasses... ... fuck, she was a hipster. But good God was she hot.
We add some salsa to our tacos and each took a bite of our tongue taco and HOLY FUCK ARE THEY BLAND! I believe to this day that Michoacan means cooking without any spice or seasonings. Even with salsa on these things they were bland. The veal Brain was not only bland but it left a kind of gross aftertaste. Mr. Zimmern had let me down.
Surge was like this at first also but the thing about Surge is that it is not based on the popularity of a movie franchise, so it probably will not be going anywhere, Ecto-Cooler may be different. I need to start scouring the interwebs for the high fructose corn syrup delicacy.