I'm actually using this thing.

I never thought of myself as being lactose intollerant before. After taking a break from "milk" for awhile by drinking either soymilk, powdered non-fat milk or non at all, it seems I have become more sensitive and less tolerant of milk. I was over at my sisters and watched an episode of Dr. Oz demonstrating the bubbling that happens in a digestive system with the lactase or is it lactose anyway the enzyme thatdissolves the "bad" part of milk and then again in a system that didnt have that enzyme and the one without it was awfully foamming and overflowering like alka-seltzer in carbonated water.
Ok, I dont want to write anymore my attention is wondering. I got stuff to do today. I want to get back to this new facebook app AntRush beta That I am tanking on. Well after 24 hours of playtime I should be doing pretty good but I didnt think I would be number 2/1 on most the top scores.
It is really hard to concentrate with a bloated gassy system... and no fire. LOL
"this too shall pass"
-M

The Guild?

production should be greater than consumption
individuals should care for the group
and the group should care for individuals

but practicly speaking what are the groups goals?

Id say physical exercise, self defense wich can lead to or be derived from
-personal trainers, martial arts, a somewhat "Boot Camp" feel
Food - production, preperation storing, Vegan
-horticulture, gardening, culinary arts, dietician, nutritionalist

Art Cultivation in General
-Writing
-Visual Arts
-Musical Arts

Combine minimalist consumption with a maximum production mentallity.

Monastery?

15 min. to the rest of your life.

Distractions, a life full of distractions. What are we distracting ourselves from? Sometimes we distract ourselves from other distractions. What if reality as we know it is nothing more than a distraction? So, I fill my time with distractions and stare into empty space all the while knowing theres someithing I should be doing.

So, actually im watching "Pursuit of Happyness" with Will Smith.

Come to think of it when i was actually doing my 15 minute writing exersises I didnt have a TV in the room.

There was a crooked man Nursery Rhyme

There Was a Crooked Man
There was a crooked man, And he walked a crooked mile, He found a crooked sixpence Upon a crooked stile; He bought a crooked cat, Which* caught a crooked mouse, And they all lived together In a crooked little house.

There was a crooked man who had a crooked smile...?
who lived in a shoe, for a...while...
- Hear on the show Friends

there are other versions as well
but i was thinking...
There was a Crooked Man who had a crooked smile
he walked a crooked path, it took him quite awhile

health is freedom?

Somewhere between Thomas Szasz and Terrance McKenna.
Take me away and drop me off in a dream that you will wake up from.
While I wonder if wich of us is real.
Demetri Terzopoulis and Karl Simms
I pine away longing to be more than just me.
With little commitment to any one path, I stand in aw at the possibilities of me.
Boing Boom Tschak
Animated and musical
What is real? And how does this affect everything else.
Grants and Loans. Wich dreams to chase... first.

Dreamgates, OOBs and Becoming a Writer

A brush with a future self.

Before I could even get a view of him or ask a question I heard him speak, or me think.

"But I'm only one possible future self."
"I know, I just wish I had something more concrete."
"Like water life flows, if it was solid it would be ice. Not much truly lives in ice nor does it move much," he smiled, lighthearted and happy. He laughed.
The thought streemed from a seemingly telepathic conversation on the freedom of choice and what one truly wants. Untill, the seemingly we became just me again and I smiled.
Lighthearted and happy, forget the questions and answers I was, I am, and I will be, happy.

The Happenings of the day that just past

I woke up a couple of times this morning. I slept in a little later than I have been wich might be part of the reason im up right now. I'll try to contain my frustration and write this in a narrative.

So...

I woke up a couple of times this morning. I slept in a little later than I have been. Upon waking, I tossed and turned under the layers of comforters protecting me from the chill Michigan winter air. Oh, of course the heater was on but to fight these freezing northern temperatures I have recently grown accustomed to sleeping under three thick fluffy blankets.
As I laid there half asleep, I fantasized and daydreamed about the usual things I might want to do with my life or in another life. I finally started searching for a reason to rejoin reality. I didnt have to go to the bathroom wich is what has been getting me out of bed. I didnt desire to relieve any tension, this too I usually leave the bed for. No, I thought of breakfast. What do I want for breakfast. I thought of bootcamps breakfast. Eggs with your choice of meat, either grits/farina/oatmeal and either waffle/pancakes/frenchtoast. Mmmm, frenchtoast... no wait pancakes... mmm. But not just any pancakes BLUEBERRY. Well, I dont have blueberrys or blueberry pancake mix. And I do like the egg and cinnamon of french toast.
I climbed over the wave of blankets and halfheartedly remade the bed. After descending the two flights of stairs into the hangout room known as the basement, I Google'd a recipe for pancakes. Then, I Google'd a recipe for Crepes. On one of the recipes someone mentioned fried apples.
For breakfast I had a couple of Crepes with fried buttery cinnamonny apples and three moist lightly fluffly pancakes. They were all great!
While shoveling the inch of snow off the driveway my sims chip came. Rose and I went for Chinese take-out while we waited for the manager to return to the storage store. I bought a box. I BOUGHT A BOX! I thought it was rather ridiculous buying a box. I know good and well I could go to Wal-mart 3rd shift and get one for way less than 3 dollars. Way less cause it be free. Oh sure the upper management dont like you getting there hard earned cardboard that they get paid to recycle.
When we came home I was a little impressed by the seemingly large portion of food i now had to contend with. In between bites of vegatables, rice and tofu, I ran up and down the stairs getting my prepaid phone working again. I wrote my old number on the letter i wrote to mom and popped it into the mailbox.

Zombie Shark

Borg Haggling

i wanna get in you panties, theyd look good on me!

put me in a dress and spank me in your panties
in a gown during sex, im the one in the gown
yeah put me in a dress
id like to slip into something sexy, spread'em!

oh yeah its late

im just a wannabe wannabe
i want to want to be something
i want to want to be something

polyphasic

so if one hour wasnt enough lets see how 14 hours of sleep fair.

sleep and the polyphasic

1 hour, then i wake up. its ridiculous. im eating tho.

The Comfy Chair

sundance channel movie
its ok remind me of stuff ive done and people i want to do.
SPOILER ALERT
Kinda sad that they break up in the end. But I guess he really just wasnt ready.
And it makes me think of the two mian full real relationships ive been in.
The first one I wasnt ready and the second she wasnt... and now... now...

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