Conversations with my gynecologist….and others

WOW

installation

From a fan….

Sounds like a working plan.

One question – what exactly is the function of said object? Besides a bright RED box, held together with a nails, drilled holes, and potentially creepy clowns on the outside…I can’t quite wrap my mind around what it is. But that’s because I’m, obviously, thinking inside the…ahem…box.

in economics there is a basic law known as TANSTAAFL

or in laymans terms

“there ain’t no such thing as a free lunch”

with every decision there is opportunity cost, a trade off…because in reality nothing is ever “free”

people and society do not get anything for free, there is a cost somewhere

to someone down the line

often times these cost are hidden

The second law of thermodynamics illustrates this point in the natural processes, showing that we live in a closed system where nothing is inexhaustable… all natural resources will eventually be depleted….

the obvious conclusion from this concept is that economics seems to not require an understanding of grammar…

it’s a holy flying pig….

thanks to the morning after headache and inability to find the remote

or move….

i was treated to an interesting sermon from power vibe, a televised sermon

what did i learn?

men are like waffles, women are like spaghetti…

true, i initially thought this was some weird mass cooking show

i mean…waffles, yum….spaghetti, yum

but follow me…

men are like waffles

they compartmentalize their lives/emotions

every aspect of their worlds divided into little boxes- just like waffles

women, are sphaghetti…every issue, every action, every emotion is interconnected

like the noodles on the plate, you can’t chase one noodle around without touching another…

it was an interesting sermon, from which i took away these lessons…

*i don’t think i would want to eat waffles and spaghetti together

*i like my men covered in syrup

*having someone yelling “praise jesus” in my ear on sunday morning would be the 6th ring of my own personal hell…

*i should write a book based on random generalizations and stereotypes that explain why men and women are so fundamentally different…

*i really need to find my remote

twizzlers do make for a nutricious lunch.

i read it somewhere.

there is a bond when a person inserts their fingers into anothers vagina…

clinically speaking, of course

it is like my cervix opens a portal back to ones youth

where fond memories of underaged binge drinking and urination on the streets of state college

are fondly recalled.

never a dull moment