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There is an animated '80's movie called "The Last Unicorn" I which the ultimate nemesis is the Red Bull, who keeps all of the unicorns imprisoned under the ocean.
I can't help but know in my heart that the creators of the Red Bull energy drink got its name from the ferocious, electric, unstoppable beast in that movie.
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In the book "Where the Red Fern Grows," a a boy's beloved dogs die (drawing tears from even the least emotive of readers) and he buries them somewhere special. Later, when he happens by that special place he finds that there is red fern growing there. I believe this is meant to be a sign that everything happens for a reason, or that God really loved the dogs, or something like that.
Something ridiculous: the boy's parents reasoned to him it was for the best the dogs died since they were thinking of moving to town anyway, where dogs wouldn't be allowed.
How comforting.
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Iced coffee at Starbucks does not taste as lovely as its cold brew. If cold brew is not available, choose something other than iced coffee.
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I went to the chiropractor's office yesterday and learned a little bit from him about epigenetics. According to the doctor, I can change my genes by changing my lifestyle and pass down better genes to my future children. Something like that.
Basically, I am responsible for how my children turn out. And my parents are responsible for how I came out. Maybe I would have been healthier if they would have lived healthier. Maybe if my grandmother and my father had taken fewer antibiotics, their guts would have been healthier, they would have passed that down to me, and I wouldn't have bipolar disease.
That sounds like a bunch of shit.
Just saying.
I like not having responsibilities like having to lead a healthy lifestyle to change my genes for the future generation. I'd rather just not have kids so as to not pass bipolar on to some helpless being who didn't get a choice about whether or not to be born.
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Someone recently asked me about my blog. I tried to explain it and she interjected, "Is it a whole bunch of rants?" My entire demeanor changed. I became defensive and said "NO" very seriously. That leads me to believe that there must be some rants on here.
C. is one perceptive, badass woman.
She gave me a stack of CD's with conglomerates of poems on them by different poets and read by different people. I can broaden my poetic horizons once I figure out how to get the poems on my iphone (i.e. impossible)!
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I've been making jewelry for fun that no one is buying. FYI it is for sale. Check out Ground Picker Jewelry on Etsy. It's great. People ask me how I spend my time and I usually say "making art" but when I say that I realize I haven't been making art. Why not? Because I found a huge jar of junk jewelry for sale at Goodwill and have been recycling it into awesome necklaces!
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I have a guitar sitting in the corner that I got at a flea market. I re-strung it and have a how-to-play-guitar book but it remains untouched.
I think of it as my destiny in the corner. It is waiting for me until I'm ready for it.
Someone put it that way and I like it. "Waiting until I'm ready for it." - It'll be there unless mom gets sick of it and throws it out.
Your destiny is waiting for you, too! What is it?
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Iced coffee at Starbucks does not taste as lovely as its cold brew. If cold brew is not available, choose something other than iced coffee.
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I went to the chiropractor's office yesterday and learned a little bit from him about epigenetics. According to the doctor, I can change my genes by changing my lifestyle and pass down better genes to my future children. Something like that.
Basically, I am responsible for how my children turn out. And my parents are responsible for how I came out. Maybe I would have been healthier if they would have lived healthier. Maybe if my grandmother and my father had taken fewer antibiotics, their guts would have been healthier, they would have passed that down to me, and I wouldn't have bipolar disease.
That sounds like a bunch of shit.
Just saying.
I like not having responsibilities like having to lead a healthy lifestyle to change my genes for the future generation. I'd rather just not have kids so as to not pass bipolar on to some helpless being who didn't get a choice about whether or not to be born.
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Someone recently asked me about my blog. I tried to explain it and she interjected, "Is it a whole bunch of rants?" My entire demeanor changed. I became defensive and said "NO" very seriously. That leads me to believe that there must be some rants on here.
C. is one perceptive, badass woman.
She gave me a stack of CD's with conglomerates of poems on them by different poets and read by different people. I can broaden my poetic horizons once I figure out how to get the poems on my iphone (i.e. impossible)!
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I've been making jewelry for fun that no one is buying. FYI it is for sale. Check out Ground Picker Jewelry on Etsy. It's great. People ask me how I spend my time and I usually say "making art" but when I say that I realize I haven't been making art. Why not? Because I found a huge jar of junk jewelry for sale at Goodwill and have been recycling it into awesome necklaces!
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I have a guitar sitting in the corner that I got at a flea market. I re-strung it and have a how-to-play-guitar book but it remains untouched.
I think of it as my destiny in the corner. It is waiting for me until I'm ready for it.
Someone put it that way and I like it. "Waiting until I'm ready for it." - It'll be there unless mom gets sick of it and throws it out.
Your destiny is waiting for you, too! What is it?
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