That was slightly obvious, but still amusing.
I'm watching the dark knight.
It got only one problem.
That I'm not watching from the complete beginning.
I'm watching from the first thirty minutes.
But it's not such a big problem, I recorded it in my room.
After every movie I like to save if I liked it, or it got a meaning for me, or it's just funny, or any other good reason.
And I like to see the computer after effects workers in the credit.
I think that some people are appreciating the wrong people.
So yes, good job for being an actor, reading a script and expressing emotion, partly through lies.
This is one thing of their busy lives, because being in the right physique, and having the right accent, and that spark in their eyes, only to get one single role in a movie, that even then, the movie might not have an incredibly large success!
But with about the frustrated choreograph? Because he's working hard as well, teaching each person how to perfectly complete an action, only to make one movement that will take less than a second.
Wait.
I'm sorry to interrupt the magical movie-comics law logic.
But tell me one thing,
Nobody ever noticed a grown up man buying shitloads of play cards?
Or the recycling and litter workers, none of them ever noticed the ridiculously large amount of playing cards?
Nobody ever saw that?!
I hate things without logic.
Like come on!
In those movies there's a high chance that they will truly believe that 1+1=3!!
And even than, if the joker buy tht shit on amazon, or those large stock stores,
Nobody ever worried?
And what's about captcha?!
It's irritating.
But at least I'm not eating now.
I binged earlier.
And after a while, I decided to jog (I did 45 minutes), and my stomach couldn't handle it!
I almost puked in the whole area!
It happened few times.
And some of the vomit came up to my throat.
It wasn't very pleasent.
Those are pretty cool masks.
The joker got a problem of oversharing.
REALLY?!
Now you're skipping a part?!
Fuck you!
Stupid people.
Letting movies to have problems.
I'm doing now the pillow squeezes they suggested.
You just place a pillow between your thighs, and squeeze, after a while it hurts, but more time you do it, the better.
....
It's now evening.
I like the fact that my binges are getting smaller each time.
It's good.
It's more than good.
It's making me to start have a bit of control.
Well, today after watching House.
With that asain adult, the one with the dominator fetish.
More like an addiction.
I think I might have it.
It's just not triggered enough.
Because I knew I had that feeling, for such a long while!
But it doesn't matter.
Why?
A. Since the law is so fucked up, it's always the male's fault, or the adult's fault, bonus points is you are a grown up man, so even is somebody willtouch me, get to a radius of 10 meters of me, it's his fault, even if I coughed, he might go to jail.
B. There is no chance I'll find one, that will take up my personal control requests.
My personal requests will probably something I'd hope that I'll find on My Pro Ana.
But I won't.
They won't agree to control me.
And lead me into such a deadly disease.
...
I watched today some of that dieting show.
With Camylle.
I had a feeling she was too skinny to be there.
And I had a feeling that she had the more common and heard of disorders, like anoarexia or bulimia.
I found it hard to tell what it was.
Because she's not anorexic, you can tell when somebody there is anorexic.
But she looked strong, not like the bulimics with their fainting hearts.
I thought for a moment if she's the kind of the over-excresisers that have that weird unhealthy habit.
But she was (I hope she's phiscally recovered, and partly mentally, because you simply can't leave a mental illness), a laxative bulimic.
I'm not surprised.
But nothing suprises me.
I still love Robbert.
How can you not?
And the black lady, who is a drummer.
I think that one time they should celebrate, and I don't know, play together, Robby with his guitar (and the letter he wrote to it), and her, with her drums.
It's quite terrifying.
To be so fat, that it's hard to play an instrument.
You know you're in a bad place when you can't even use the Jew's harp.
That's like the worst.
When you can't pluck simple metal part that hangs from your mouth, that's bad.
That's a complete failure.
I kind of feel a little guilty when I jog to it.
Like, Elizabeth, if it's her name, when she was banned from the excresise.
It's cruel.
Like eating a terribly large portion in front of starving humans in a cage, and throwng half the food to the trash.
....
FUCK.
WHY FUCKING NOW?!
Right now, I have two teeth that are about to fall.
Fuck.
Why now?
I'd rather suffer another hour with that shitty sports teacher replacor.
And with our awful team.
Alex, Lihi, Shani and Dana.
Crap.
It was such a bore.
I wanted to hit him so hard, but that would be a good reason to expell me.
And after all, even if he'll try to make me pay for it, he'll be charged with harrasing a child.
Stupid laws.
My mouth tastes like blood.
It's nice, I like the taste.
So sweet.
Like honey.
It was very nice pun.
Since my name is honey.
Well, but it's kind of annoying.
Because every once in a while I have some funny tingling feeling on my tongue.
If there's one thing that sucks about my weird body, is the fact that it's too symetrical.
Like, there's no chance that only one side in my mouth will have a moving tooth.
Both sides have it.
My left side is very competitive, and so does my right side.
They like to play "who hurt's the most".
Best places are the legs.
Fucking annoying.
And is it too much to ask to get my period after having nice tits?
I want my future D cups now!
Well, not now-now.
But slowly-now.
Well, I think I'm going to jog until I won't be able to continue.
Yay for me.
And with the time it's going to take, I'll watch two batman movies in a row (preperation for Ben Afleck, I don't like his Argo, but why not?), and I have King Kong of 2005, and if I'll be out of movies until midnight, I'll watch some sort of a comedy, and on midnight I have Iron Man 3.
Oh yeah! And on nine thirty I have another season of Eretz Nehederet!
Best ways of news ever!
...
Crap, I missed the show.
Oh well.
It's avilable online anyway.
I jogged for 52 minutes.
I knew I was close to an hour, but I had to sit down and blog.
Tomorrow's day plan is:
and on Saturday, morning around 10, running for a long while, then until 12 pm, a bath, complete one, that will make me smell like roses, and be delightful (meaning, kimchi will be eated until Friday's lunch, so I won't be gassy), grooming for a very very very very very long while (brushing my hair, drying it natrually, braiding it, picking an outfit, which will probably be my 00 leggings, because, fuck yes), making me skip lunch, and even not mind it, then, around at 6:30 and around it small dinner, so I won't puke, and no eating after 7:00, making sure I'm ready, and leaving home at 7:15, so I'll make it on time to the Bar Mitzvah.
Copied from 2000+ and memory.
I'm supposed to make some sort of an iraq pita bread tomorrow!
I love eating those things.
They are the best with a nice large bowl of hummus.
And I need to shove down some kimchi to a glass jar.
Well, I'm getting tired.
So before I'll fall asleep I'll post, this is where the publish button is click and this is over.
And I need to change my bed sheets.
Shit.
Berries, Survivors,
I hope you'll make it.
....
It's now evening.
I like the fact that my binges are getting smaller each time.
It's good.
It's more than good.
It's making me to start have a bit of control.
Well, today after watching House.
With that asain adult, the one with the dominator fetish.
More like an addiction.
I think I might have it.
It's just not triggered enough.
Because I knew I had that feeling, for such a long while!
But it doesn't matter.
Why?
A. Since the law is so fucked up, it's always the male's fault, or the adult's fault, bonus points is you are a grown up man, so even is somebody will
B. There is no chance I'll find one, that will take up my personal control requests.
My personal requests will probably something I'd hope that I'll find on My Pro Ana.
But I won't.
They won't agree to control me.
And lead me into such a deadly disease.
...
I watched today some of that dieting show.
With Camylle.
I had a feeling she was too skinny to be there.
And I had a feeling that she had the more common and heard of disorders, like anoarexia or bulimia.
I found it hard to tell what it was.
Because she's not anorexic, you can tell when somebody there is anorexic.
But she looked strong, not like the bulimics with their fainting hearts.
I thought for a moment if she's the kind of the over-excresisers that have that weird unhealthy habit.
But she was (I hope she's phiscally recovered, and partly mentally, because you simply can't leave a mental illness), a laxative bulimic.
I'm not surprised.
But nothing suprises me.
I still love Robbert.
How can you not?
And the black lady, who is a drummer.
I think that one time they should celebrate, and I don't know, play together, Robby with his guitar (and the letter he wrote to it), and her, with her drums.
It's quite terrifying.
To be so fat, that it's hard to play an instrument.
You know you're in a bad place when you can't even use the Jew's harp.
That's like the worst.
When you can't pluck simple metal part that hangs from your mouth, that's bad.
That's a complete failure.
I kind of feel a little guilty when I jog to it.
Like, Elizabeth, if it's her name, when she was banned from the excresise.
It's cruel.
Like eating a terribly large portion in front of starving humans in a cage, and throwng half the food to the trash.
....
FUCK.
WHY FUCKING NOW?!
Right now, I have two teeth that are about to fall.
Fuck.
Why now?
I'd rather suffer another hour with that shitty sports teacher replacor.
And with our awful team.
Alex, Lihi, Shani and Dana.
Crap.
It was such a bore.
I wanted to hit him so hard, but that would be a good reason to expell me.
And after all, even if he'll try to make me pay for it, he'll be charged with harrasing a child.
Stupid laws.
My mouth tastes like blood.
It's nice, I like the taste.
So sweet.
Like honey.
It was very nice pun.
Since my name is honey.
Well, but it's kind of annoying.
Because every once in a while I have some funny tingling feeling on my tongue.
If there's one thing that sucks about my weird body, is the fact that it's too symetrical.
Like, there's no chance that only one side in my mouth will have a moving tooth.
Both sides have it.
My left side is very competitive, and so does my right side.
They like to play "who hurt's the most".
Best places are the legs.
Fucking annoying.
And is it too much to ask to get my period after having nice tits?
I want my future D cups now!
Well, not now-now.
But slowly-now.
Well, I think I'm going to jog until I won't be able to continue.
Yay for me.
And with the time it's going to take, I'll watch two batman movies in a row (preperation for Ben Afleck, I don't like his Argo, but why not?), and I have King Kong of 2005, and if I'll be out of movies until midnight, I'll watch some sort of a comedy, and on midnight I have Iron Man 3.
Oh yeah! And on nine thirty I have another season of Eretz Nehederet!
Best ways of news ever!
...
Crap, I missed the show.
Oh well.
It's avilable online anyway.
I jogged for 52 minutes.
I knew I was close to an hour, but I had to sit down and blog.
Tomorrow's day plan is:
and on Saturday, morning around 10, running for a long while, then until 12 pm, a bath, complete one, that will make me smell like roses, and be delightful (meaning, kimchi will be eated until Friday's lunch, so I won't be gassy), grooming for a very very very very very long while (brushing my hair, drying it natrually, braiding it, picking an outfit, which will probably be my 00 leggings, because, fuck yes), making me skip lunch, and even not mind it, then, around at 6:30 and around it small dinner, so I won't puke, and no eating after 7:00, making sure I'm ready, and leaving home at 7:15, so I'll make it on time to the Bar Mitzvah.
Copied from 2000+ and memory.
I'm supposed to make some sort of an iraq pita bread tomorrow!
I love eating those things.
They are the best with a nice large bowl of hummus.
And I need to shove down some kimchi to a glass jar.
Well, I'm getting tired.
So before I'll fall asleep I'll post, this is where the publish button is click and this is over.
And I need to change my bed sheets.
Shit.
Berries, Survivors,
I hope you'll make it.
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