This probably isn’t that unheard of, especially in fat fuck America. It’s something I picked up from a friend back in my stoner days. It was a great breakfast with a wake ‘n’ bake after a night of partying. Well, starting this past week I’ve began making them again. Per plate, you fry a few pieces of bacon in the pan. When the bacon is done frying, you don’t empty the grease left over in the pan. You take a slice of bread with a medium size hole in the middle, place it to fry in the middle of the grease. When the frying side is about toasted to your liking, you split an egg into the hole in the bread. You leave it for a small amount of time, enough to fry the egg on the bottom side then you flip it over. The liquid egg white will splatter under that side of the bread, and you will leave it to fry for a short period of time. It makes that whole under side of the bread covered in fried egg white. With that on a plate, you can eat it just like that, add syrup or hot sauce, and additionally you can place the cooked bacon on the top of the bread then put on whatever you want. That’s how I eat it. Like that you can only really eat two max, because while it’s not a whole lot of food, it’s very rich. Especially, because whenever you get to the fried egg middle, or if you just poke the egg top before cutting in, the yellow yoke will flood all over. It is so beautiful and tasty. I may take some pictures, because I believe I make them very well. If pictures don’t come, I either made a shitty one, or just decided I didn’t give a shit. I may try a double decker, with the pieces of bacon in between the slices of bread.
I am NOT childish. Not counting the beanie babies and small stuffed animals on top my TV.
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Best 2.5 minutes of a cat ever
totally worth it. watch this you wont regret it. :3
It’s Hannah from “Girls”. Lena Dunham’s character.
The dopamine release roller coaster. Except on a roller coaster, the trough isn’t dysphoric, but at least the peak is is is… is…. euphoric.
International Day of Human Space Flight
An outer space view of the Colorado River, surrounded by part of Arizona and Utah. The photo was taken from the space shuttle orbiter Columbia during the first space transportation system test mission, 04/12/1981
April 12 is the anniversary of two milestones in space exploration, Soviet Cosmonaut Yuri Gagarin's voyage as the first human into space on 4/12/1961 and the first Space Shuttle mission, by the Space Shuttle Orbiter Columbiaon 4/12/1981 (STS-1). This photograph was taken taken on the first day of the mission.
In recognition of Gagarins’ historic first mission, April 12 is now commemorated as the International Day of Human Space Flight.
Reblogged from a blog focusing on women’s beautiful asses.
Too Pretty To Miss… by Reggoh (Source: http://ift.tt/1iskjNN)
Gender identity is a very fluid thing that goes far beyond just an archaic dualistic breakdown.
Earlier this evening I heard someone on a certain comedy talk show mention how having a certain responsibility in life takes away the ability to have a sex life. It got me thinking about about that phrase “sex life” and its place and meaning in society. For both genders, it is most definitely not limited to monogamous sexual relations, and unless you at the time are in a steady relationship, the standard of success is multiple, somewhat frequent to occasional partners. Which is ironic, and to the point of my view of the contemporary american cultural sexuality as bi-polar and schizoid, that behavior couched in different language, especially for women, is extraordinarily stigmatized. But as an example of the role of the idea of a sex life in american life, I point you to a recent episode of the NBC show “About a Boy”. The neighbor guy who is always hooking up is concerned about the single mother’s not having had sex since her boy’s father, and her friend sending her on a quest to meet just anybody to engage in a sex life, including possibly her plumber. And the point of this post is not to criticize promiscuity. Definitely not, and contrary to my prior complaints about people seeking sex with people with personalities they don’t care for just for the physical gratification, I believe people should enact their sexuality however they want except for through manipulation, non-consent, harassment, or assault. My point with that was that you can seek casual sexual hook ups, but why can’t those be connections more than skin deep. But my point now, is really only this: no one, by the right of being human, is entitled to a sex life, especially as implied in the cultural messaging. A human right is to be free, open, and accepted, not discriminated against, for your personal sexuality. But it is not something that is automatically deserved considering it is a transaction of sorts, requiring consent of two parties. More specifically I mean, no one has a right to be angry about not obtaining sexual encounters, and especially no one is in the right to view those who don’t disparagingly. This is progressive thought because actually it is natural and rational reaction from innate animalistic origins to be resentful about lack of a “sex life” and to be judgmental or wary of those who lack a “sex life”. I myself do not claim to be beyond all animalistic rationality, but I think we all need to realize what that is, and make a conscious effort to evolve beyond it. We can not entirely defeat that place within our thinking and feeling, but we can try to keep it in check. And certainly, much of compassionate humanity revolves around that animalism.
oh my god
everyone needs to see this video at least once in their life
My first words were “hellz yeah”, then I proceeded to say oh my god in a very high pitch when I realized the immensity.
Had my monthly appointment with my chemical dependency doctor, but he is a general practicioner, and although not officially mine, he serves as much. Every visit he asks a series of questions including if I had used any drugs. He goes one by one, marijuana, alcohol, cocaine, opiates, benzos. In the past few months by chance right around my appointments I obtained a couple klonopins by doing a friend a favor at his request. It’s only those few days every month I take it. But I always get significant anxiety at the start of any set event, I.e. class, concerts, work to name a few examples that first come to mind. When it comes to this doctor, I have significant white coat fever because he is very critical and I depend on him writing very important prescriptions every month. So when I have the klonopin I definitely take some the morning of an appointment. Even still, I have anxiety the first couple minutes with him, and my blood pressure high number is over 200 which he always hates and criticizes me for, like I can really help it. So three months ago in the appointment, while on klonopin, I say no to all the drugs including benzos. Then the following month when he asks if I used drugs one by one, he left benzos out, didn’t ask. So okay, thats weird, I definitely think he is suspicious of me. I don’t think I was visibly on benzos, I wasn’t taking amounts to get high. Although, more than a year ago I had admitted to one period of binging on benzos while I was his patient. But part of the reason this doctor makes me nervous is he is so attentive and observant of every little detail, a stickler for sure, but nice and very intelligent/knowledgeable. And so today, while he was kind to me as usual, he didn’t even ask about the drugs. Instead he randomly pulled out a pee cup for me to give a urine sample, without saying anything at all. I didn’t freak or anything, I thought this might happen although he never said anything about random urine tests. So by now it is pretty obvious he was suspicious of me. Thing is, I took klonopin yesterday and this morning, perfect timing to be caught by a Urine screen. But like if I took it on Monday there would be a chance it wouldn’t be detected. I’m not worried at all though, because he knows about my anxiety, and the honest truth is I don’t take it much at all, and no where near the amount to get high or even buzzed. This could even bring up a conversation I’ve been wanting to have for a long time with health and mental health care people (his small cute LGBT friendly adolescent practice has a therapist, he is a counselor, and the prescriber of psychiatric medicine). I don’t think it’s fair so many people with minor anxieties (not the people with severe ticks and panic disorders) get to live a better life with small amounts of benzos but for a young person like me where anxiety constantly makes me a much less respected and welcomed individual, to name a few setbacks, it is completely out of the question. Even if I didn’t have a history of drug abuse. It’s as if every single doctor covered by the Xerox employee (mom) health insurance is completely against using benzos. And the SSRI’s, I think society should be far past the point of treating those as the most dependable and effective psychiatric medications, but yet we still do as if they get at the cause of anxiety and mood disorder, when they approach it from the exact same angle as benzos, treatment for the symptoms. Maybe they do for people with serious genetically caused/inborn chemical imbalances, but that group was long ago found to be a very small minority of the people who experience mood and anxiety disorders. /rant