I am going to write about sharks now. They are not leopards. They could be leopard sharks. That is a thing now.
Right, so sharks. I can identify with the main character in Sharks because he is an Everyman. Like that of my forefathers, I now have "Features" which can be used in a sea monkey additive.
I am the role of one person, but only inside a trunk can there exist more than one entity. It is sad, but the databases were clean when I wrote this program, and now that I've found it, it's was better than before. The layers of layweres were lairs of lawyers.
Laywere is another word for layman. It comes from the Olde Englishe "were" which, actually, meant man, and not werewolf. Or wereshark. Or bearshark.
The love Shark is a little old place where, that happens.
Is any of this shit getting through to you?? Moo nsi dem oon sid Sidemoon. Edisnoom Edibleshroom Attack Shroom Edged Closer! Whant Some Damage? Wan Sum Dung? I have a four liter gallon in my Coak.
Bar fights can be rapid but predictable and satisfying. Talk to your doctor about FightMax, the brew that'll screw your woman for you! Charges not deductible, fees and attitudes may apply in service of a villain. Sit you down father, rest you. Is he dead? Everybody smokes pot, everybody's fucked up, walrus.
I thought this was about sharks, but you have to turn everything around to be about you. Why did that happen to you? Can't you think of anything better to feel than feelings?
Sharks were never the issue. Now there is only Skark, which is more powerful thean Evil Himself. He is the Evil Power.
No, Giygas cannot weild the True Embodiemnt of Evil in his own? He is the Evil Power?
I assist only the strong and able! That's me!
He has become the embodiment of Evil itself. He is the Evil Power. God damn what were those translators thinking. Evil Power?? Come on! I guess you mean LOARD OF ALL DEVIL MANS. Like Dochuki!
You know the Sharks, they're the local bullies, and they were really TWISTIN' MY NADS! Anyways, when I got back, Picky was pregnant! If my parents ever get back, I'm sure I'm gonna get it... Come on Ness, hiya buddy! Did you know I'm really a billboard! The Sound Stone became tame! 420 HP of damage to the Ben Goggles! Blew Blew! I'll Go Practice Over There!
No you won't. You said you would.... But now.... You have lost my trust to the world of sacrifice.
Sharks have fish for scales and meat. A meat is what you eat, a meat is what you eat, have faith, there is no meat in the bowl or not.
me: oh god what have i done
Sent at 5:04 PM on Wednesday
is this a blog
about shark varaible
me: SHIT I FORGOT SHARK VARIABLE!!!
oh man the love shark
my dad loves that song
me: I'm not afraid of SHIT
Sent at 5:07 PM on Wednesday
gnick: i actually don't know if I have enough brains power to read this whole thing
halfway through it became exhausting
due to plane shifts
do you see
me: and that, is, why, my, bRAIN HURST
gnick: mm liverwurst
Sent at 5:09 PM on Wednesday
where'd you get to, love shack?
Sent at 5:11 PM on Wednesday
gnick: about yes!
oh I aborted at about
moo in sidoemooon
brain got full then
me: I like sharpening.
...Mind if I sharpen you?
gnick: I do.
me: Do do?
I mean, You Do
I mean, Officer's way!
gnick: no, you mean You do
me: Tomorrow, I, Pokey, will tell you moar about the strange meteorite!
I'm fine here, but you're bugging the officers!
gnick: go back to the correct one
you should do yoga.
I'm gon do youga
me: i can't i have to watch django in chains
Dali's Clock stopped time!
gnick: which clocks?
me: 77 HP of damage to Gnick!
54 HP of damage to Gnick!
gnick: steve steve
me: 72 HP of damage to Gnick!
gnick: CONTROL THE MIND
you must be overmind
me: Gnick fainted. Choose another pokomons?
gnick: of steve mind
I choose steveachu
me: Go! Steveachu!
Steveachu used HACK!
What? Steveachu is evolving.....????
HOW CAN THIS BE????
DOOT DOOT DOOT
gnick: wait how can it be??
me: Steveachu am become Death, destroyer of worlds!
forget move: death
me: Death used KILLS ROACHES DEAD!
gnick: oh taht's ok
kill all dem roach
me: Enemy POKOMANS checked in, but it didn't check out!
gnick: we probably dont' need those
Death gained no points, and may God have mercy on your soul.
gnick: smash alarm clock
me: @Gnick took the Receiver phone out of Steve's cloak.
212 HP of damage to the Receiver phone!
gnick: whoa what is this
me: The Receiver phone was smashed to bits!
gnick: twitter is just like earthbound 2.0 then?
gnick is typing…
My drugs is hard.
Wellbutrin hived me up immediately, but that may have been related to my sushi habit.
Seroquel made me feel numb and fuzzy. And after a while it stopped affecting my depression anyways.
Lexapro, well, that was my fault for not taking it right. But actually that was one of the more awesome experiences.
More drugs is worse. The less drugs, the better. When things go bad, the response should be to lower the dose, not up it. So I am just going to relax on the damn Prozac.
By the title of the post, you might think this about to be some amazingly woven story of how restricting my calories helped me build talent and thus get married. Nope. It's just a post about a few really good books I've read recently.
Good Calories, Bad Calories
Good Calories, Bad Calories, by Gary Taubes is a pro-meat book which covers dietary "history" since the 1950s. What I liked most about it was that it covered three angles simultaneously, the political angle (which, unfortunately, seems to have as much of an impact on our nation's diet as any other angle), the research angle, and the biological angle.