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An excerpt from Shut Up And Vibrate Already
Because you just know it's not all toxic war and BushCo and homophobic senators, right?

Vector: bloodredrosev via itstartswithme

Want to be healthy? Strong? More open and lickable and less bitter and baffled and cynical? Ask for it, place some divine intent behind it and breath it in and imagine what it would feel like to radiate health and sexual vibrancy and self-defined joy and really cool taste in shoes. That's how you start.</blockquote>


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May. 7th, 2003 08:21 pm (UTC)
This doesn’t exactly mix with what you just said, but it’s close. I decided a number of years ago that I was never going to tell a lie again. I have no reason to, after all. This policy has made me feel better.
May. 8th, 2003 02:03 am (UTC)
As I recall...
You shared an anecdote or two about how that policy cost you at airport check-in counters. Fortunately they've stopped asking that absurd string of "security" questions about how vigilient you've remained in the continuous scrutiny of your bags.

"Mr. Brodie, have you blinked since packing your bag?"

"Yes, of course."

"Then I'll have to ask you to unpack your bag and re-pack it right here and now."

[Slaps forehead] "Doh! I forgot to lie."

Outside of dealings with Big Brother, yours sounds like a very sensible and workable policy.

I'm trying to remember the last time I told an outright lie. Before Lara and I joined our present gym, I had been looking around for a place to study Tai Chi here in Oz. I had made an appointment with a Kung Fu studio to go in for a sample Tai Chi lesson, and then after making the appointment, Lara and I joined our gym which offered classes that I decided would serve as an adequate Tai Chi stand-in. When I called the Kung Fu studio to let them know that I wouldn't be coming, the guy I talked to asked me why I wasn't coming. I told him that we had decided not to stay in the area; a very believable lie given my obvious non-Aussie accent.

Lara's grandparents are coming over tonight to look after Logan while Lara and I slip out to dinner. In preparation for their visit I carried our mountain of wine bottles down to the recycling bins in the parking garage. It took several trips.

Lara has stashed the bottle of faux-absinthe away in my closet. She doesn't want her grandparents to harbor the image of our getting wacked on absinthe in front of our bunny.

I find this little deception ironic beca
May. 8th, 2003 02:05 am (UTC)
Absinthe deception
I find this little deception ironic because we only have that bottle around still because I have no reason to drink the stuff. Without actual wormwood in it, the liquid in that bottle amounts to nothing more than fire water dyed green. It doesn't go well with tonic and lime, and so I have no inclination to drink it. If I'd scored a bottle of real absinthe, I would have finished it quickly, and the bottle would not have remained here weeks after its purchase to be stashed away when family comes a calling.
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