So what if it’s Saturday?
Inner peace, outer beauty and everlasting happiness. The day I give up is the day I might as well drive myself to the crematory.
When I was 16, I was convinced I was a transcendentalist. I was also a big dork and read a lot of Whitman and Thoreau. I also didn’t have any friends and believed everything I read in books. 😉
Overall, my “simple” answer is that I believe in limited or guided free will, in that we are certainly *able* to make our own decisions, but that our intuition is too strong to be ignored.
I also believe in divine intervention and karma impacting our course — free will wasn’t given to us without consequence.
I believe some things will never be resolved yet we need to close the door anyway, and if it has already been closed, then we waste precious spiritual energy trying to prop it open.
Duh, conspiracy. The government always wins. Always. And it doesn’t miss a trick. Big Brother is keeping thousands upon thousands out of the unemployment line with the sole purpose of monitoring the rest of us.
*removes tin foil hat now*
Seasonally, it was Cadbury eggs. Those and whatever Reese’s product was out for the holidays — peanut butter pumpkins, peanut butter Christmas trees, peanut butter Easter eggs.
Hell, I just bought two peanut butter pumpkins at Tar-zhay last night. Happiness in a purple wrapper. …
Caramel Appletini — introduced to me during my last visit to Pittsburgh at the Quaker Steak in Robinson.
Ingredients — funny you should ask, ’cause I totally copied the menu description onto my receipt while I was there:
Three Olives apple vodka
Butterscotch schnapps
Splash of cranberry
Iced martini glass, drizzled with caramel
I had the female equivalent of a hard-on after having that. *rolls tongue back into mouth*