Pages of my gayish life

A few minutes ago, a friend told me about a wolfhound birthday party that her colleague had to attend. Listen… Guests, neighbors and other stakeholders gathered to congratulate dog on the occasion of the two-year anniversary next to balloon-hugged dog house. The hosts brought the sausage cake decorated with two candles and mini fireworks, the balloons fluttered in the wind, and the suite roared in the rhythm of the dog's barking. If D. Charms did not like German shepherds, then after this story I begin to feel a strange contempt for wolfhound. But maybe not worth it, because the fetish is rooted in society despite the breed of dog, and a bunch of ideas for dog birthday parties are thrown by professionals. Let leave fun alone, dogs no longer living doggy life, they cant survive without a spa and plasma TV in the dog house. I wonder what Bible proponents thinks about it?   “Do not give dogs what is sacred; do not throw your pearls to pigs. If you do, they may trample them under the...

As a child, you were told not to: Eat chocolate cake for breakfast; pencil contaminate the walls; go out of the pool with wet hair; to lie; Do not go to bed after midnight and keep your eyes on the notebook screen; go outside until you have sorted out your room; Smoking later became taboo, as did alcohol, and unhealthy food, not to mention sleeping with everyone, was mentioned by parents much later.  All of this and more was a great evil for which you had to be eaten by vampires and witches living under the bed, and later by a financial crisis, with the pocket money cut by parents.  And here's when you're an adult and have the money, you can already: eat sweets; contaminate the walls of your home as much as you want; for a professional lie they pay you; you don't dry your hair after the pool anymore because you don't have time for that anymore and nothing terrible happens; for sitting next to the notebook until the morning, sometimes you get paid too; ...

My Kitchen Philosophy # 1 - The weekend breakfast should be healthy and help the body recover after Friday / Saturday fun. All Greekness is a modification of tzatziki (from sauce to salads), and everything else is not even worth describing. If anyone thinks garlic isn’t an ideal ingredient for a morning meal - I’ll be happy for you - you have your opinion! Refrigerator resources: 1 Cucumber A couple of handfuls of radish 2 tablespoons Greek-style yoghurt 1 teaspoon salt 1 - 2 cloves of garlic A slice of lemon juice 1/2 handful of fresh dill, a little fresh mint A slice of olive oil  Performance: I cut cucumbers and radishes into cubes. In a separate bowl, mix yogurt, olive oil, salt, crushed garlic cloves, finely chopped fresh mint and fresh dill. Salad accessories: Magazines and books expect me to eat protein-rich foods for breakfast, so salads are accompanied by semi-soft-boiled eggs and ham, and a slice of crispy bread (for carbs).

.. if you don’t have a sense of irony don’t read it. Anyhow, I’ve had an endless zombie obsession in recent days, no matter how distorted it may seem. I just wasted a good 35 minutes playing the stupid game @ Facebook to score enough points and gain a zombie [have an opinion about my mental state but don’t publish it because I’m not proud of myself].   Anyhow, I remembered Andrew Currie’s masterpiece Fido [Andrew Currie, by the way, made a less popular but very good movie, The Night of the Living]. A kind of post-apocalyptic alternative, where the virus-affected bodies are perfectly adapted by the healthy in the household as free servants. Clearly, everything goes wrong on the end. By the way, in the same film, one resident of this ideally American gossip town has such a former cheerleader, which already throws allusions towards necrophilia ;) But the film is still stylish in some sense. P. S.Good dead are hard to find ;)

1. verbal irony is when an author says one thing and means something else. 2. dramatic irony is when an audience perceives something that a character in the literature does not know. 3. irony of the situation is a discrepancy between the expected result and actual results.  And ironically, it is the case that only 20% of humanity has a sense of irony, which means that eight out of ten [terribly many] can't read between the lines. I can't believe they all accepting articles word by word when reading news portals? On the other hand, how to talk to them? I know one who, after hearing "I like to see my name and signature next to my position on paper work", thinks, "Do you like your last name?". No jokes.

How much is too much? When is it enough? What is it that I am looking for to make me happy? Sometimes life seems to me to consist of disasters that I get into. I finally got used to the lines of my body. And I realized that I couldn't gain weight unless I was building muscle, which is usually a waste of time - which must be endless. I can eat pizza every day, stuff McDonalds food in my mouth and my body won’t change from that. I finally don’t envy other guys who are taller, have white teeth, have ideal guys, have perfect hair, earn more, travel more. Has a dog - a house, in general, has everything I once wanted, thinking it will make me happy. Maybe jealousy was an obstacle to be happy, have you ever thought about it?