Starving.
Having any of it.
Getting all excited.
Not feeling hungover. 
That rum and chocolate tasting Conservative Commonwealth event last night was lethal… and I hardly drank much at all… happy to start becoming a lightweight. 
On second thoughts… it’s a tension headache due to talking smiling and laughing too much… things I don’t do very often and so then therefore cause me a worl of grief when I do.
Getting up and out of bed.
The need to replenish and preserve my glycogen stores far outways the need to do… finally back to controlling the self, than the self controlling the I.
Nothing.
Nothing worse than an ugly girl with an ego. It just fries my brain.
Like this…this is the most repulsive thing in the entire world.
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cMTAUr3Nm6I[/youtube]
exactly!..that’s extremely typical of the modern world, it borders on delusion and psychosis. This is what happens when nothing more than their gender is glorified, her music is full of bitter rage and anger towards men, spreading her disease through audio upon younger retarded girls who will probably be even worse in the next generation.
And she’s fat.
And look at those big manly hands. Like who are these guys that she’s rejecting? I want to see them.
Rejecting men is the favourite thing to contemplate for girls who get rejected by men I think. Forget about these things.
[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6f4BwQFF-Os[/youtube]
[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5z5Mvyp1QHw[/youtube]
[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kaIZWjItReI[/youtube]
Sleeping 
…7 o’clock, and all’s well. 
Hey, me neither!
I woke up right quick and had me an orange juice because Ive got a bit of a cold.
Drinking some orange juice here too… with a tot of rum in it…
Eating… I’m not eating right now… though I wish I was, but I’ll wait until it’s a decent hour to eat, which right now it is not.
Whats an indecent hour for eating?
My dad raised me for it to be okay even to wake up in the middle of the night and indulge on soup or some nice fish.
…any hour close to sleep time.
I won’t get up to indulge, as there’s a point of no return for me, when eating can wait until rising.
This is what I’m not doing, because I done did it. Iddint it a beaut? Id’a done the pickets differently but that was between the parasite and the homeowner.
So I pulled Chris (homeowner) aside and I says to the guy ‘ya know… if you need anything else, don’t go through Bob (parasite), call me directly. If we cut out this dead middle weight, you save money AND I make more money. I can do a job for half the price Bob quotes you and make twice as much as I would working for him.’
Following this was a brief interlude on the merits of socialism, and then Chris nodded; ‘yeah, we got to get the fuck rid of Bob. Send me a text so I have your number.’
And with that, Chris and promethean bumped fists and called it a day.
I am not meditating right now on any of Nietzsche’s travails or assumptions, in particular to any idea as to whether he was a shaman, mystique, or shelved in skepticism, but he was somewhat knowledge able with Sxhopenhauer’s Buddhism, but how much who knows.
It is particular though that such presumed assumptions have some to do with monastic precepts, some of which is true to form and some fall by the wayside.
Among those who do meditate, some of this zones out as non irrevocable into the future perfect or even the present tense, which burdens intentions by way of the hungry ghost.