With three days left to find true Zen, it might be impossible. Especially since I am about four days late with this post. Unfortunately, I fell four feet backward off a trailer, striking asphalt, which unbelievably has very little give to it. I hopped up quickly, walked it off, and figured I would just be … Continue reading 37 Days to Zen – 3 days left… Broken Back Included
I know the title says 14 is half of 30, but I might can prove it with Common Core Math. I am 14 days in with 16 to go to reach ultimate Zen, or the plain of enlightenment, where I will most likely get steamrolled by Chris Farley coming in hot. I felt a bit … Continue reading 37 Days to Zen – Day 21 Change Day 14 is Half of 30 Right?
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
That, and it doesn't taste like most diet drinks that were engineered from the back sweat of an elephant.
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.
Coke Zero is now the drink of choice until I can wean myself off completely, as Diet Coke tastes like a homeless man's crotch in early August.
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.