We should be friends. Email me at throughmoonbeamsslowly at gmail if you feel so inclined.
We kept talking about how yoga is supposed to help people get closer to Brahman/God, and all about kinda removing yourself from the moment, and, well, the song does go “You get me closer to God… you’re the only thing that works for me, help me get away from myself”.
But since I doubt people would be able to overlook the “I wanna fuck you like an animal” part of the song, I abstained from referencing it.
CONTROLLING MY RAGE/David and Grant try to teach me how to play video games. Failure and giggles ensue.
THE MEAT IS MADE UP OF GROUND UP DEPORTEES, AND THE TORTILLAS ARE DOUSED IN COCAINE.
So perhaps I can understand the addiction and craving for it.. but.. ugh!
My madre is a historian and abhors Christopher Columbus, so much so that she planned my C-Section to be on October 6—despite my due date being October 12, the 500th anniversary of Christopher Columbus’ arrival.
I love my mom.
Happy almost Columbus Day!
(I’m aware of how naïve I am. But come on, like you didn’t think you were THE SHIT when you turned 17?)
Pretend that “2 days” says “TOMORROW” and change my apprehension to “freakingoutalittlektnx”.
I know it’s not a big deal to everyone who has been 17, but for some reason, this birthday seems more monumental than any other one has thus far.
Shit.