Re: Talk about your day thread
Posted: Tue March 11, 2025 4:35 pm
Woke up with a migraine and was barely able to get up and out to finish painting a couple of bathrooms. Luckily it was quick and I'm back home in bed.
I'm currently sitting in the dark listening to a quiet podcast and waiting for the guy from the dispensary to get here. This mostly works as long as I don't move or turn on any lights.tree_ wrote:sorry dude
what do you even do for migraines? smoke pot and masturbate?
tree_ wrote:so, smoke pot and masturbate?
Good lord what an image.tommy wrote:tree_ wrote:so, smoke pot and masturbate?
We'll have to see if I have it in me to Jack off. Maybe later I'll grab a meatball sub, throw on The Whale and go to town.
Either way I'll let you know.
noiceE.H. Ruddock wrote:Heading to NYC tomorrow morning until Saturday. Gonna eat well.
I arrive on Thursday...E.H. Ruddock wrote:Heading to NYC tomorrow morning until Saturday. Gonna eat well.
Update pleasetommy wrote:tree_ wrote:so, smoke pot and masturbate?
We'll have to see if I have it in me to Jack off. Maybe later I'll grab a meatball sub, throw on The Whale and go to town.
Either way I'll let you know.
Oh no.Jorge wrote:I arrive on Thursday...E.H. Ruddock wrote:Heading to NYC tomorrow morning until Saturday. Gonna eat well.
angelina is great. we couldn't be bothered to wait in the queue at their location across from the louvre, but found some of their wares elsewhere.96583UP wrote:noiceE.H. Ruddock wrote:Heading to NYC tomorrow morning until Saturday. Gonna eat well.
my fave brunch place - parisian but the opened in NY 1-2 years ago. i think they recently lowered prices, had been lambo-grade. now more normal - still nyc level tho. quality is superb
https://angelinaparisusa.com/pages/locations
Menu:
https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0648/ ... 1733521366
nicespike wrote:angelina is great. we couldn't be bothered to wait in the queue at their location across from the louvre, but found some of their wares elsewhere.96583UP wrote:noiceE.H. Ruddock wrote:Heading to NYC tomorrow morning until Saturday. Gonna eat well.
my fave brunch place - parisian but the opened in NY 1-2 years ago. i think they recently lowered prices, had been lambo-grade. now more normal - still nyc level tho. quality is superb
https://angelinaparisusa.com/pages/locations
Menu:
https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0648/ ... 1733521366
Zagat recommends the Hustler clubJorge wrote:I arrive on Thursday...E.H. Ruddock wrote:Heading to NYC tomorrow morning until Saturday. Gonna eat well.
with a bike lane as wide as the seine. fuck that thing.96583UP wrote:nicespike wrote:angelina is great. we couldn't be bothered to wait in the queue at their location across from the louvre, but found some of their wares elsewhere.96583UP wrote:noiceE.H. Ruddock wrote:Heading to NYC tomorrow morning until Saturday. Gonna eat well.
my fave brunch place - parisian but the opened in NY 1-2 years ago. i think they recently lowered prices, had been lambo-grade. now more normal - still nyc level tho. quality is superb
https://angelinaparisusa.com/pages/locations
Menu:
https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0648/ ... 1733521366
last time i was in paris i was alarmed at the size of the line but it moved quickly and we got in. that is such an incredibly fancy street architecture-wise
Let me know if you want to meet up.Jorge wrote:I arrive on Thursday...E.H. Ruddock wrote:Heading to NYC tomorrow morning until Saturday. Gonna eat well.
Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.
There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.
There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.
There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.
There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.
There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.
O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.