Cravings & Chaos
Do you get them too?
I'll just be sitting here, minding my own business, and BAM!!!! (ya know, like that Emeril dude!) BAM!!!! BAM!!!!! I have these cravings. For really. Bad. Food. Why can't I get a craving for celery, or boneless, skinless, flavorless chicken? No! I want McDonald's french fries (I haven't had those in probably a year or more), I want pizza (I'm not talkin a slice, I'm talkin the whole fucking thing!), I want Baskin Robbins chocolate chip ice cream, I want Pixy Stix (anyone who's anyone remembers those), I want 18-year old Macallans.....
Why do these things hit us? To make us miserable? To make us fat? To kill us slowly? WHY!!???!! I suddenly feel the need to exercise.
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Ya know that stupid ass show Britney and her boy toy Kevin made, called Chaotic? Ok Ok, I admit I watched the first episode.... after removing my head from the toilet and flushing the upchuck material, I vowed never to do something that stupdi ever again.
But anyway..... getting to the point! If you were going to make such a show, about your life, for TV, what would you call it??? (one-word answers preferred, three words maximum)
If I had a life, I might be able to contribute here :)
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Today (Sunday) in between baseball games I accidentally turned on Animal Cops on Animal Planet - I usually can't bear to watch this show, I have a great love for animals, and this type of stuff just breaks my heart. The segment was about a tiger, and I love big cats, so I cautiously kept watching. I don't know what happened to the tiger (I started watching in the middle of it), but it just had been removed from whatever harmful situation it was in and taken here, to a wonderful sanctuary for abused and neglected wild animals. I first heard of Pat Derby, who founded PAWS, gosh about 15 years ago. I wrote her a letter, telling her how much I admired and respected her, and she wrote me a nice letter back and send me a copy of her book.
By the end of this show, I was a bawling emotional mess. That's what this stuff does to me, it makes me so upset - although I know I was meant to work with animals, it just upsets me to a point where I think I'd do more harm than good. It just breaks my heart seeing any animal being hurt or abused. Half of me just cries hysterically over it, and the other half wants to find whoever did it and beat the fucking shit out of them - whatever it takes so that they'll never EVER do it again.
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Ok I've recoverd from watching that sad stuff, and it's time for baseball:
Fuckin Phils!!! They are down 8-1 to the Red Sox, and, surprisingly, get a fire in their collective belly and manage to come back and tie the game!! Only to give up 4 more runs and lose the game 12-8. So close, but yet so far.
I have to do something again today that I'll surely hate myself for in the morning: root for the Mets. I hate the Mets. But, alas, I hate the Yankees more. Go ~coughpukecough~ Mets!! Mom, please forgive me.
Oh, and as of now..... the Phillies have a better record then the Yankees!! Psyche!!! :op I'll drink to that!
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Isn't it weird how, if you cut yourself or even something worse, you don't always feel it at first, until you actually see the blood/wound? I was reading Brighton's latest post, which reminded me of cutting my foot real bad when I was a kid - I must have been gushing blood for a good 5 minutes before I even realized it happened, when I looked down and thought "My God, where the hell did all that blood come from, did a dying animal get inside?" :op Very interesting concept, the brain and pain (ooooo that rhymes! :op)
I'll just be sitting here, minding my own business, and BAM!!!! (ya know, like that Emeril dude!) BAM!!!! BAM!!!!! I have these cravings. For really. Bad. Food. Why can't I get a craving for celery, or boneless, skinless, flavorless chicken? No! I want McDonald's french fries (I haven't had those in probably a year or more), I want pizza (I'm not talkin a slice, I'm talkin the whole fucking thing!), I want Baskin Robbins chocolate chip ice cream, I want Pixy Stix (anyone who's anyone remembers those), I want 18-year old Macallans.....
Why do these things hit us? To make us miserable? To make us fat? To kill us slowly? WHY!!???!! I suddenly feel the need to exercise.
*********************
Ya know that stupid ass show Britney and her boy toy Kevin made, called Chaotic? Ok Ok, I admit I watched the first episode.... after removing my head from the toilet and flushing the upchuck material, I vowed never to do something that stupdi ever again.
But anyway..... getting to the point! If you were going to make such a show, about your life, for TV, what would you call it??? (one-word answers preferred, three words maximum)
If I had a life, I might be able to contribute here :)
**********************
Today (Sunday) in between baseball games I accidentally turned on Animal Cops on Animal Planet - I usually can't bear to watch this show, I have a great love for animals, and this type of stuff just breaks my heart. The segment was about a tiger, and I love big cats, so I cautiously kept watching. I don't know what happened to the tiger (I started watching in the middle of it), but it just had been removed from whatever harmful situation it was in and taken here, to a wonderful sanctuary for abused and neglected wild animals. I first heard of Pat Derby, who founded PAWS, gosh about 15 years ago. I wrote her a letter, telling her how much I admired and respected her, and she wrote me a nice letter back and send me a copy of her book.
By the end of this show, I was a bawling emotional mess. That's what this stuff does to me, it makes me so upset - although I know I was meant to work with animals, it just upsets me to a point where I think I'd do more harm than good. It just breaks my heart seeing any animal being hurt or abused. Half of me just cries hysterically over it, and the other half wants to find whoever did it and beat the fucking shit out of them - whatever it takes so that they'll never EVER do it again.
********************
Ok I've recoverd from watching that sad stuff, and it's time for baseball:
Fuckin Phils!!! They are down 8-1 to the Red Sox, and, surprisingly, get a fire in their collective belly and manage to come back and tie the game!! Only to give up 4 more runs and lose the game 12-8. So close, but yet so far.
I have to do something again today that I'll surely hate myself for in the morning: root for the Mets. I hate the Mets. But, alas, I hate the Yankees more. Go ~coughpukecough~ Mets!! Mom, please forgive me.
Oh, and as of now..... the Phillies have a better record then the Yankees!! Psyche!!! :op I'll drink to that!
*********************
Isn't it weird how, if you cut yourself or even something worse, you don't always feel it at first, until you actually see the blood/wound? I was reading Brighton's latest post, which reminded me of cutting my foot real bad when I was a kid - I must have been gushing blood for a good 5 minutes before I even realized it happened, when I looked down and thought "My God, where the hell did all that blood come from, did a dying animal get inside?" :op Very interesting concept, the brain and pain (ooooo that rhymes! :op)
posted by Miss_Vicki at 4:44 PM
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