May 21, 2016

Romance!

     I'm going to keep this week's post romantic and sweet because it's a wedding weekend for me. No, I'm not getting married, my opinion on marriage is still the same, it's basically still a nightmare, but not everyone shares my views so today I went to my boyfriend's brother's wedding, yay. Or should I say semi-yay ...

May 15, 2016

No Good Deed Ever Goes Unpunished

     As I've said before, I'm not the biggest fan of motivational quotes in general and my reasoning behind that can best and briefest be explained with a Darren Hardy quote: "Motivation without action leads to self-delusion." But despite my disdainful stance on motivational quotes, that doesn't mean I'm spared from seeing them, far from it — they're just as abundant and impossible to overlook as all those free and self-serving, although for the better part at least entertaining if not enjoyable, boob and ass shots posted here on the World Wide Web so no wonder I, a few days ago, stumbled upon one that sparked my interest. It said, "If you know me based of who I was a year ago, you don't know me. My growth game is strong. Allow me to reintroduce myself," to which my sparked interest said, "Damn, you really had to be one fucked-up individual if you improved so much in one year that people can't recognize you anymore."

May 8, 2016

Sapere Aude

     Besides for For Peet's Sake, I also write in Slovene, my mother tongue, for another site (Lokalne Ajdovščina) and I'm currently working on a piece revolving around a certain Latin proverb, qui non laborat, non manducat. And since my boyfriend is my boyfriend, he's doomed to listen to me endlessly babbling away about whatever I'm currently working on and since I'm always currently working on this heap of nonsense or another, it's really shocking he still has both his ears — and that I still have a boyfriend. But there was also something else I found surprising a few of days ago.

Apr 30, 2016

Detox Is NOT for Sissies

     Several years ago, I remember being bored out of my wits during my vacation one day. Luckily, I chanced upon a psychology book and in it I discovered a questionnaire measuring one's masculinity or femininity: the more points you scored, the more masculine you were and I'm proud to say I got something over 400 out of 700 points which kind of explains my sporadic pussy-loving tendencies. It also explains why I drink and eat like a dude: because I am one — I'm a dude.