Yom Kipur 02

Oh...
Fucking Yom Kipur...
Finally my connection for civilisation!
So...
I got my period today...
When fasting...
It's so unfair!
There are people who fucking starve all day long, hopefully to get skinny, and sacrifice their possibility to have any chance of biological children, and guess what?
I get mine...
I don't even understand it!

Well, since today was hard and boring, I took desperate options...
Like reading terrible shallow magazines that I have no idea why people actually make an expensive subsciption for such a huge book that every second page is commercial.
I've also read 100 pages on Reached...
I discovered how much I hate the word Agony today.
The word itself is more depressing than it's meaning.
And I still want that  Ky will die.
I just hate that every fucking thing have a happy ending.
Why authors get so attached?
Just kill them already!
There are plenty of ways to kill somebody!
My favorite is to get on purpose the Darwin award!


So, I finally got to the fifth part of the book...
it's a little before the 3 hundred page, so it wasn't hard.
I want to finish this book before the end of the holiday vacation, so I'll have extra 5 minutes to read and extra 10 to make the presentation about the book...

My dad is going for business in Russia, his landing in Ukraine, but going for Budapest.
I asked him to hunt for a Siberian hamster, and if he won't get me one, I want an actual Siberian (human), we asked also for Ukraine female, but not...
Just kidding, I asked for the form of joy in the world...
Tobleron!
I want to make a chocolate dip, and  I'll dip in it half melted tobleron and then I'll freeze it!
It'll be a great Sushi dessert!
It'll complete the sour-sweet taste of the ginger, and will help with the saltiness of the soy sauce (when I think about soy sauce I think about Jennifer's Body, and I think about seducing people and fucking them, and then eating them), and for sure will be good after the spicy burning flavor of wassabi (which I like to say to people that it's a new Japanese candy because it's in a tube), so, chocolate is good.


I can just say random stuff near people...
It's like a random ice-breaker.
I started reading something on my phone, but I didn't actually cared, so I just said out loud "Sometimes... I really want to lick my iPhone" as awkward as it be, I'm just being honest.


So now I'm reading all over again my favorite blog that I ever ran to (or surfed to, it's after all in the Internet), it's of a Russian guy that's living in Israel, and met a lot of dumb people, in real life, online, it's hilarious...
He hate himself the whole idea of religion shovers, and tend to joke about it.

For me, I'm Jewish for everything, I'm another number in that kind of organization of religious boredom.
But still, I'm only doing the holidays, I don't believe in the bible, because it doesn't make sense, and god can be just another voice in my mind after all...
So, there is probably a name for it, ,maybe not, but each person with it's beliefs.
I found religion stupid.


So, just a tip for Yom Kipur fasting...
The only two last hours are the worst, it's the boredom eating you up, and you are getting hungry again.
There are people who watch TV so the fasting will be easier, in my house it's not such a thing.

Okay, so few articles I read while fasting:

About incests and raping victims.

About a man that decided to live in a truck with his family as a house.

About if you should/shouldn't fast few days a week to lose weight (am I the only one who noticed that the magazine pretty much promoting anorexia in a hidden way?).

And random stuff.

I hate reading.

But love it.

It's another addiction.

I guess I like when people suffer.

I just make myself suffer, it hurts less people after all...

I enjoy fails on YouTube as much as I enjoy reading Reached, both of the people that making the action are suffering but can't avoid doing it.

By the way YouTube, and love for suffering...

Miley Cyrus.

After she explained about that meaning, I understand more, sympathize her, but still can't understand few other things...

I understand that it's artistic, showing how much the relationship destroyed her (and I have a lot of things to say about break ups in Hollywood), and she's licking that fucking hammer to show how much she loves pain.

I can in the exact same way can lick a knife, I can say it for three reasons:

1. I "love" pain.

2. I want to be considered as a grownup so I do slutty things.

3. I just cut with it meat/tomato/apple/honey/melted chocolate, and it tastes so good that it doesn't worth it to throw even the tiniest piece of flavor.

If I'd actually loved to suffer this way, I would go for another lame hipster coffee store with poetry nights, and try to understand people with too many emotions that they express it on impossible to understand rhythms, and than instead of clapping, we need to do that weird things with our hands or something.

If I want to do slutty things, well, in Israel, it's easy, buy the latest low-life fashion, it'll be so easy.

And if I want good food, I make sushi and tons of chocolate, or ask for kebabs from my grandmother.

And wrecking balls are awesome, I always wanted one, it's better than a roller coaster anyway.

So, now I'm reading something on Buzzfeed, the worst things of being left handed or something like that.

I understand it, because since in Hebrew you write from right to left (not like on English), it's pretty much the same, and it's awful, this is why writing in English on my notebooks looking better, because I'm not having pains from other stuff around the notebook!

So, I want to call it Hollywood Man Breakup syndrome (shortly, homabud, which sounds a lot like how one guy thought how we say lesiban in Hebrew, which he says Homa, like homo, just with a, the shortcut sounds like lesbian friend, or is it just me?), because somehow, when it includes cheating, we all know that they'll grow an ugly beard and do stupid things, exactly like their ex did.

If it was up to me, I would tell them to get the cool mustache, authentic Lorax style, messy, huge, puffy, white, tangled, stache.

And they can dye it!

Or they will just buy a cat...

Many people does that.

Or you can go and adopt a grown up Russian male or a female.

It's what I want to do.

So...

I hate being without food...

I just like to hug it.

It's like cats, and dogs.

Can be funny.

Comforting.

You can cuddle with it.

And it can kill you.

Is it weird that I want to get all of the transgender penises and vaginas so I'll could open a museum?

I'll give it a use!

Finally giving a random person the honor to open and cut the really weird traditional red velvet ribbon for the museum of dicks and pussies (you can take it as how as you want).

So it's almost 2 am.

And I must wake up at 6am.

Not fair.

But this is what I get.

Goodnight.

Berries, Survivors,

I hope you'll make it.