Attempt 2.>>18719>I'm very drunk and extremely high, but here goes...
The after effects from the previous night remain in my brain.>Pretty much. I think everyone feels this way to some extent.
Of course, for it is an inbuilt instinct within mammals. The need to breed and sneed.>Understandable. There are two kinds of people and half of them get pissed of at other drivers.
Cars have never been a concern to me, for i have not driven any or had the chance to do so, i have always been a passenger than a driver so my observation of the roads is from an outside perspective than a hands on one. Still i can comprehend the craze caused from being delayed when time is on the line.>Since I'm sure you're probably not American, just imagine the retards we have to put up with here. We'd be worse than Russia if our climate was colder. Imagine of people could drive like how I post.
How could you possibly have guessed that i of all faggots am not a red blooded eagle-eating patriot? Saucy horsey sorcery, me thinks.
Automobiles, machines of modern movement fueled by volatile liquid. Efficiently lazy but quick transport nonetheless.>Russian drivers<webm related>Understandable. Horses are distinctly majestic.
They possess an erotic aesthetic which pleases and teases me, plunging into psychotic tendency.
Being with them eases the stresses like blesses.>Here's a retarded story from my life: I had a strong bond with the first mare I ever rode on a full-time ranch job.
Rehearse me of the horse with whom you ran a course, monsieur.>She was an apparent Arabian mix, older, mostly blind in one eye, never "broken" and yet relatively tame around people when being fed.
I've met some desert horses, the popular knack for the Arabian breed is puzzling for they are unsuited for this environment when compared to the native breeds. It is but a glamorous fashion to own an exotic type like with dogs in the eyes of pet trends.>It was a small ranch ran by some asshole boomers and I guess they thought it would be funny for me to get hurt trying to ride for my first time on a "half-wild" horse.
Old cunts and cocks, vile and senile.>The joke was on them when I managed to get her saddled up and actually ride her with little to no conflict, to my bosses' suprise. They briefly instructed me on how to ride and the rest was history.
Riding is somewhat of an annoying activity than a leisurely hobby. I don't enjoy it due to a handful of complexities with the equipment required and the methodology deemed to be needed, being led around by someone who you don't like on a previously unknown horse is not exciting as going bareback.>I kept the job due to being younger and desperate. I came to love that horse and I to preferred riding her when I could.
Situations can go on longer than they logically should but it's more of an attachment to routines and money which people are afraid to lose with their jobs. T. NEET.>It was a small ranch ran by a pretty odd, older couple who paid like shit, but I loved my job despite it all.
The middle aged are so stuck in their past that they can't focus on the future, some of the rural farmers around here are like the rednecks of Dixie.>Part of me wanted to stick around and actually make good on my equestrian skills, but life had other plans.
It's hard to adjust when change is so unforgiving. This roller coaster ride is the wildest and craziest one, better fasten the seat belt.>That sort of thing is really only a hobby enjoyed by wealthy assholes.
Take a gander at the fox hunters for example. The jump shows and racing are similarly pointless to me.>Sorry for sperging and throwing about my horse spaghetti.
No need to apologize for i take zero offense, my pony pasta could feed all of Africa.>I love horses, just not in the same way I do fictional ones.
Fantasy is more picturesque than reality for it is the created ideals of imagination, the made up stories of romanticized love are unlike actuality. The 4th gen MLP mares are definitely more desirable than a real one is to most.>Still, there is no love more sacred and pure than that which is shared between a man and a mare.
Undoubtedly true, the attraction of opposites en twirl around the caduceus as magnetic mares to men.>I'm going to try it again tomorrow. Maybe it'll be fun. Maybe it'll be a nightmare... I'll make the best of it either way.
Measuring it is crucial to dosing precisely, I don't recommend drinking coffee while on it because it seems to give me headaches or increase the drowsiness. Chocolate and black tea do not have the same interaction as coffee when in combination with nutmeg, it doesn't make me hallucinate below 15 grams but above that point delusions occur to me where paranoia sets in but no colors or pattern shifting are seen. >I can see where you're coming from. I really think it's mostly in how they're cooked. Even turkey can be relatively moist when cooked properly.
Such is the same with the majority of meats, eating a bland piece of dry roast beef is like that of dried turkey or even a overcooked pork loin. They are not palatable as when done properly.>Chicken, catfish, and venison are my staples when it comes to meat, I'm afraid.
Catfish is unfamiliar to my tongue but the other fishes are, salmon is nice and so is mackerel. Venison is great as a red meat for the succulence of it's taste.>Please recommend some, if you feel like it.
Alright, I'll give you a couple. Drambuie is a good scotch and honey liqueur while wolfburn has nice but pricey flavors.>It's a mezcal thing, which is just tequila+.
Yes, I thought it was something along the lines of either but forgot they were separate cactus drinks.>Thanks. I'll cross-reference it with my inevitable attempts in the future.
There is a fascination in witnessing the process of yeast on sugar, the bubbling and rising with the separation of the solid from the liquid.>I hope you are well, based horse anon.
Well more now presently than previously when she died.
My condolences towards you are given.