Don't partially hydrogenate me, bro

If you know me very well, you know that I'm really into health stuff and I care about what I put in my body. Yeah I may be overweight but I know I'm healthy, and under this fat is a ton of muscle. (Which I plan on converting soon lol) I find it fascinating how media blinds most people into thinking food is good for you when it is HORRIBLE for you. I find it interesting how the dollar bill is running every aspect of our lives, and making us Americans fat asses without even trying. The rich get richer and the poor get poorer only now they're also getting fat. I do a lot of reading articles and watching videos about people who are passionate about their health and the food they eat. It goes with being a Virgo I think. You know, you wonder why you can't knock that diet coke habit. You wonder why you hear all this shit about fast food, buuuut you still eat it because you workout, so your probably fine. It's like, we bitch about how hard it is to buy organic and eat healthy,(those of us who care) so we get a burger at mcDs and say eh, we'll eat better tomorrow, but then you forget how to cook after awhile. You just get used to the mc-gurgles and the mc-stomach-ache and somehow don't ever connect the dots that it's your body trying to tell you your eating the equivalent of a chemical factory's garbage can nutrition-wise. It's like we spend our life saving for a retirement fund that we're gonna be too unhealthy to even enjoy by the time we retire. Don't get me wrong a retirement fund is a good thing, but why save 10 bucks on eating fast food, which in the long run is gonna take years off your life? (something Sean mentions in one of his videos)

There is a couple good you-tubers I've been following for a while, and today I watched a few videos from my man Sean that had me clapping and ranting to myself from my chair, because I was so on his level with everything he was talking about. You know how it is when your watching a video and it seems like they're saying everything your thinking. I just felt like I should share them with you, for all of you out there that don't know about how much sucralose or aspartame or mono sodium glutamate mess with your body. For all you out there who don't bother reading food labels, OR who read the food labels but don't know how they really are. If you care about health-care, follow my friend Sean on youtube.
Heres the video that had me hi-fiving my monitor.






THEN you gotta watch this one, this is the one that REALLY had me going!





Ku-fucking-dos. Yeah, I may have seen it a few months later,(I have no idea how I missed it, being a subscriber) but it's no surprise it became as popular as it did, when it did. (and of course, gotta check out his site, www.undergroundwellness.com if your interested in learning more about being healthy)

Merry new quanzika

I haven't been a fan on the holidays for a few years now, that could be because of me and my ex breaking up on christmas, oooor that could be because I have to hang lights and pull out literally like 30 boxes of ornaments etc. from our crawlspace to the upstairs so my parents can put together a tree that practically rivals Time Square in terms or color, ooor it could be because snow and cold weather is really only fun for like 2 days then you get into car accidents, and find yourself sleeping in 2 pairs of pants, long underwear, shoes, a beanie and a sweatshirt and coat because you and your roommates don't wanna pay a $350 heating bill because the shitty house you rent has single pane windows and a front door that mysteriously finds itself wide open in the middle of the night.


Fortunately I have a friend of mine who shares this christmas-blows mindset, So her and I went to go see Avatar in 3d, but turns out the jews already thought of that one, and all the avatar shows were sold out, like, all of em for that day! So we decided to see Sherlock Holmes instead, which I must say was one of the most badass movies I've seen in a really long time, I absolutely recommend it to anyone who hates a lack of closure at the end of a movie. In the very end he explains why he did all the weird shit he does in order to solve the mystery. You'll know whaat weird shit i'm talking about after you see it. After that we snuck into the movie "Nine" which is about a film maker named guido, who has, from what I can tell, 9 main women in his life, and it kinda like shows how they all tie into making his last movie... I think. It was a musical, so that should explain why I'm having trouble summing up what it was about. Probably the best musical I think I've ever seen though, seeing as how I avoid musicals like the plaque. After running from christmas all day we decided to get the most un-christmas meal possible, so we went to this chinese place by my house. The food was pretty good, but they had this horrible country-western christmas cd on and I highly doubt it is coincidence that they seated us directly under a speaker in the ceiling. In fact I take it back, the food was good only because we were hungry. The christmas music made it taste bad enough to feel the need to guilty-scarf it down just to get out. I don't blame her for not finishing it. There was a bottle of whiskey at my place begging to make it all go way.


God I love whiskey. And man do I hate christmas.

...Then there was this guy.

Wasting away, in margaritaville

So I was taking some trash out at work Friday,(ok, playing Frisbee) and I ran into this thing called a sweeper, at my work. I guess it picks up leaves and grass. Well there are these two black metal boxes on the front (that ironically hold first aid kits) and I ran strait into one of those and ripped a fatty ass chunk of skin open on my shin. I thought I just hit it really hard and bruised it. It was dark (that's why I didn't even see the sweeper corner) and after falling over, I put my hand on it to put pressure on it, just like anyone would do if the got hit by something and my hand made like a squishy splat sound, haha! Turns out I had a cut deep enough that I could touch the bone! It was pretty sweet. I tapped on the bone to see if it actually was my bone. yep. Hey shut up you'd have done it too so don't even try to lie. So I go to E.R. and wait for 4 hours before getting helped. Typical E.R. stuff. A little while after a nurse comes in, puts an empty tin under my leg, then she fills this other tin up with some kind of cold, light blue liquid. Then she gets this big-ass syringe and fills it up with the blue liquid that is cold as shit, and starts spraying it into my cut. It was cold and kinda ticklish. She did that about 20 times. I asked her how she likes my cut and said she's probably seen all kinds of stuff. We small talk about her tattoos. They are her son's names. After she cleans my cut, she puts a temporary bandage, and leaves. An hour goes by, and the two 5mg vicodin they give me does absolutely nothing for the hour I sit there before a doctor comes in. Lucky for me for some reason this injury doesn't hurt at all. It's weird, it didn't even hurt when I just got it, or even 20 minutes after I got it. It is literally the most painless injury I have ever had, yet the most severe injury I've ever had... aside from stepping on a nail and having it go all the way through my foot one time when I was stomping siding shingles against a tree for firewood in the middle of the night camping one weekend a few years ago. Anyways a Doctor comes in with this seemingly 18 year old kid. I'm thinking this kid is about to put stitches in my leg and I'm like "bring it on kid, lets see what you GOT!" but no. The doctor pulls out one of those needles in the movies thats like 4 feet long and flicks the end of it as he looks at my poker face. He says this is gonna sting a little, and I look down at my gaping wide cut like, "huh?" He pokes it in about 8 or 9 different places and squeezes the liquid in. A few minutes later, I'm touching my leg and it literally feels like a plank of flesh. Like I could go at it with a machete and it wouldn't even matter. I actually imagined going at it with a machete for some dumb reason. My brain is a silly thing like that. Well about 20 minutes later, doc comes back in, and he starts stitchin me up. He's showing the kid how it's done and what you should and shouldn't do. I ask him what he thinks of my sweet cut and he looks at me with a silly smirk and says "hey bud, your leg is still attached." and that was the end of that one, haha. He was a funny guy. I got the impression he was in the service at one time. He was very serious and efficient. He kept repeating everything I said, when I wasn't talking to anyone in general. Like I would say, man my leg now just feels like a chunk of flesh, and he'd say "you leg just feeeeeeells like a chunk of flesh, don't it?" I think it's his way of coping with patients who are all loopy on drugs. I started to think about how when I went with my dad to E.R. once after he cracked a rib slipping on some ice at work, they gave him a shot of Demerol and he started giggling and talking about his high school days. My dad NEVER talks about his childhood.

Fast forward to the follow up appointment on the following Monday. I tell the doc my fingers hurt really bad, and she gives me some Tylenol 3's with codeine. Just as useless as the Vicodin I got from the ER. I don't know what it is man, I can't take that stuff, it just makes me horribly SICK, even if I eat food with them. Doc even gave me some Ondansetron which supposedly makes nausea and upset stomach not happen when taking muscle relaxers. They also do absolutely nothing. Luckily this injury doesn't hurt at all. Follow-up doc says I can't run, drive, crawl, kneel, climb, jump, or anything. So for me, I have a week off of work! Wooooooooo!! My follow-up-follow-up appointment is today. Then I have the next two days off, and of those two days, one of them is my birthday. Damn, I'm getting old, this sucks.




And now for a completely unrelated image.

My computer...

Is a piece of shit at the moment, so I shall leave you with this, until I have time to fix it properly.

Life is like a box of chocolates, and I just got the damn coconut one.

So either theres a Mars-Uranus conjunction in Pisces, or I just have naturally, randomly had very bad luck with electronics lately. Two Fridays ago my blackberry's keyboard just suddenly stopped working for no reason when I pulled it out of my pocket. It is still on and functioning, but none of the keys work at all. That really blows, because I do EVERYTHING from that damn phone. I loved my blackberry! :( 3 days of no phone later my mom tells me I can have my dads Verizon Razor, so I go pick that up, and activate it. Yay! I have a phone again... until 4 hours pass, and I go to plug it in and it doesn't charge... great. Oh well, I fucking hate T9 anyways. I guess it's back to my old EnV, the phone I like to call "The Brick"The thing has already outlived 2 nuclear blasts, so I guess it will work for now, even if the zero key sometimes types 089 and the up button doesn't work at all. Then about 5 days ago my computer got like 3 hardcore viruses. The viruses are randomly making links I click go to completely different sites, and my virus protection is constantly going ape-shit about critical software violations it can't do anything about, because they are attached to vital system processes. It may or may not have anything to do with the random bout of porn I decided to download recently, but thats beside the main point.
Because of all of this, not only have I not been checking emails, facebook etc. but I don't have anyone's phone numbers in my brick, which means theres nobody to text at work and waste time, and I cant twitter about how this little girl just blasted this kid in the head on the playground with her fist after he wouldn't stop "tagging" her. Ahhhh kids. I really love working at Coulon Park. It's busy as fuck, and people are everywhere. All I do all day long is drive around on a Gator and empty garbage cans, stare at cuties, get free bbq food, mainly from generous philipino families who always cook more than they can eat, and waste copious amounts of time. It really is the best job I think I've ever had. Too bad it's only until like december... :(

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