This morning I had the rough draft partially completed in my mind about my post for tonight. This was to be a juicy tryst between a waitress in a beaten of-the-road café in the California desert, and a traveling customer. The tone was to be erotic. However, I cannot write it at this time.
I am too psyched about today’s lecture to do that. Not of religious inclination, rather of a different quest, although not excluding of the former. In summary: I am initiating tomorrow a sort of cleansing for 40 consecutive days.
I will simply, reflect on what is true to me, my values and motivations, and to differentiate those from what is a mask used to fit in. I will forgo the following for those 40 days:
Masturbation, erotica reading, complex carbs such as starches, coffee, diet Coke, chocolate, music (except classical), television, massages, full make-up, movies, automobile (except when imperative I use it that day).
So motivated by the lecture and to meditate, I went today to Venice beach to take in positive energy. I inhaled numerous full intakes of fresh, ocean air, feeling overall positive and psyched.
I know that it will be very hard for me to nix bread and rice, as that’s the main staple of my diet.
I wonder if after 40 days, I will still have boobs or butt left. No, that sounds wrong. I should be glad simply to have healthy ones!
Considering this evening was my last good meal in a while, I ventured into The Coffee Bean on Main St. I ordered my last coffee and a slice of pumpkin pie for a long time to come (including Thanksgiving).
Latter in the evening, I ordered for dinner a Vegetarian burrito. It looked enticing, bathed in a green sauce with melting cheese on top. What a total disappointment!
This burrito was composed of rice and uncooked broccoli, carrot, cauliflower, and zucchini. Since my estimated diet for the next 40 days will consist of fruits and vegetables mainly, I felt cheated!
I was compelled to feel affinity with those guys who answer posts on C.L, only to receive automated bot replies for a paying web site. Or those guys that get a blow job from a gorgeous girl, and when they try to reciprocate, find out she is a he. I sympathize with you; what a shame.
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Oh! also nix all the brief shorts with the raspberry hearts, which complement your butt, as well as all the lacy undies bought Saturday. These will be confiscated in favor of the grandma, high–waist, cotton panties in neutral colors.
I am too psyched about today’s lecture to do that. Not of religious inclination, rather of a different quest, although not excluding of the former. In summary: I am initiating tomorrow a sort of cleansing for 40 consecutive days.
I will simply, reflect on what is true to me, my values and motivations, and to differentiate those from what is a mask used to fit in. I will forgo the following for those 40 days:
Masturbation, erotica reading, complex carbs such as starches, coffee, diet Coke, chocolate, music (except classical), television, massages, full make-up, movies, automobile (except when imperative I use it that day).
So motivated by the lecture and to meditate, I went today to Venice beach to take in positive energy. I inhaled numerous full intakes of fresh, ocean air, feeling overall positive and psyched.
I know that it will be very hard for me to nix bread and rice, as that’s the main staple of my diet.
I wonder if after 40 days, I will still have boobs or butt left. No, that sounds wrong. I should be glad simply to have healthy ones!
Considering this evening was my last good meal in a while, I ventured into The Coffee Bean on Main St. I ordered my last coffee and a slice of pumpkin pie for a long time to come (including Thanksgiving).
Latter in the evening, I ordered for dinner a Vegetarian burrito. It looked enticing, bathed in a green sauce with melting cheese on top. What a total disappointment!
This burrito was composed of rice and uncooked broccoli, carrot, cauliflower, and zucchini. Since my estimated diet for the next 40 days will consist of fruits and vegetables mainly, I felt cheated!
I was compelled to feel affinity with those guys who answer posts on C.L, only to receive automated bot replies for a paying web site. Or those guys that get a blow job from a gorgeous girl, and when they try to reciprocate, find out she is a he. I sympathize with you; what a shame.
.
Oh! also nix all the brief shorts with the raspberry hearts, which complement your butt, as well as all the lacy undies bought Saturday. These will be confiscated in favor of the grandma, high–waist, cotton panties in neutral colors.
Reason being, that you know you feel different wearing the former vs. the latter.
