forevuuuh young
90 days anyone?
:D
Been down one time, been down two times.
Another amazing song.
She broke down and let me in
Made me see where I’ve been
Been down one time
Been down two times
I’m never going back again
You don’t know what it means to win
Come down and see me again
Been down one time
Been down two times
I’m never going back again
She tied you to a kitchen chair; She broke your throne, and cut your hair.
For a while now, I’ve been completely intrigued with the story of Samson and Delilah. It’s a beautiful love story, tragic and heartwrenching. And absolutely amazing. If you have no prior knowledge about the tale, it’s biblical (but to believers, I guess non-fiction?).
Anyhow, in a nutshell the story starts out with this couple (Samson’s parents) who weren’t able to bear children for whatever reason. Then God came down and He made a deal with them stating that if this child is given to them, it will be under extraordinary circumstances; the child would hold more strength than any man or army. All that had to be done was Samson and his mother stay away from alcohol, and Samson not cut his hair, for he would lose his strength.
God had given Samson’s strength for a reason, and it was to fight the Philistines. But of course, on his journey to fight the Philistines, he falls in love with a Philistine woman, Delilah. The Philistines go to Delilah and bribe her and try to have her find the secret to his strength.
First time around, he says that he will lose his strength if he was bound by fresh bowstrings. The next morning he awakes and snaps off fresh bowstrings. She asks again, and this time he says fresh ropes. He then awakes bound in fresh ropes. She asks yet again, and he says if his hair is wound in locks. When he awoke he unwound his hair. Finally, he tells her the truth, that when his hair is cut, he loses his strength. So, in the night his hair is cut (there’s different versions as to WHO did it; the soldiers, Delilah, or her servants). He awakes to see he was captured by Philistine slaves and he’s not able to fight them off because he is weak without his hair.
The Philistines stab out his eyes and he is imprisoned and was put to work as a slave. One day Samson was summoned by the Philistine leaders as a religious sacrifice. By that time his hair was long again, and he had asked a servant to guide him to a pillar so he could lean on it and rest.
“Then Samson prayed to God, “remember me, I pray thee, and strengthen me, I pray thee, only this once, O God, that I may be at once avenged of the Philistines for my two eyes” (Judges 16:28)”.
“Samson said, “Let me die with the Philistines!” He pulled the two pillars together, and down came the temple on the rulers and all the people in it. Thus he killed many more as he died than while he lived.” (Judges 16:30).
Femme men?
So! It just so happens [as it was supposed to happen (Bokononism, why aren’t you real??)] I was watching Taxicab Confessions Ep. 13, really really amazing show! I love it! Anyhow there was this couple in there, the woman was American and the man was French. The cab driver was asking things like “what difference is there between French men and American men?” to the woman, and “what difference in there between French women and American women?” (which in my POV he was trying to make some sort of friction because there are so many differences in the cultures, just depends on the eye of the beholder).
Anyhow! Naturally, the woman said although she is dating a French man, she prefers American men. She feels as though French men are too femme, and American men could protect her…
As she was saying this, I thought to myself… I kind of like the feminine quality in a man! They are more fun, to be honest.. and tend to be more careful to a girl’s needs because they are more sensitive than your dime-a-dozen macho.
Another appeal to femme men is that they are so creative! I love Devendra Banhart, and he is so feminine, and BEAUTIFUL (not to mention he’s dating Natalie Portman, whom I adore aswell, but that’s a whole different post, different day)! Or guys with the long hair, (such as Devendra) I give a second look!
So next time you hear of a feminine man, SEND HIM MY WAY!
My primitive Christian instincts have made me a criminal
Without a doubt, my most favorite book to quote.
“Jesus Creeping God! Is there a priest in this tavern? I want to confess! I’m a fucking sinner! Venal, mortal, carnal, major, minor — however you want to call it, Lord… I’m guilty.
But do me this one last favor: just give me fice more highspeed hours before you bring the hammer down; just let me get rid of this goddamn car and off of this horrible desert.
Which is not really a hell of a lot to ask, Lord, because the final incredible truth is that I am not guilty. All I did was take your gibberish seriously… and you see where it got me? My primitive Christian insticts have made me a criminal.”
I kind of adore him, he’s slightly sexy.
Megan King, you are one of a kind.
New Text: Megan King
“Alexa benutz ein kondom! Being a teen mom is too hard.”
that seriously came out of left field.
good thing Trojan makes a line of pleasure items that consists of my name! (audibly the same; Elexa as opposed to Alexa)
Reaching out for help
Mmmm… So a huge part of my life today is the fact I am a recovering addict. I tampered in too many drugs, and got hooked too many times. I started this program 128 days ago, and though I haven’t done it flawlessly and complete, I am really proud of myself that I had taken the effort to get untangled from the dangerous, scary, and everlongingly ugly spiderweb of addiction. I still remember my first day at my rehab center, acting like a punk, and not thinking I needed help. About 5 hours later the counselors were calling every hospital in Orange County trying to find me a place to detox safely, because I had started severely withdrawaling from opiates. That kind of shit sticks with you for the rest of your life, and I can guarantee I will never forget how helpless in addiction I was at that moment.
The reason for my nostalgia is my friend has just told me about his undying desire to stop using, but he can’t stop on his own. He told me he wants help, needs it, and he wants me to guide him on the right path to a proper recovery. I see myself so much in him, and it makes me feel so much sympathy for him, the only difference is that I was too much of a hard ass to ask for help. I applaud him.
So seriously, drugs, and I mean the hard shit that will knock you into next Tuesday, isn’t a light thing dude. If you ever feel the need to reach out, do it! With all your might, stretch your arms, you will find someone who is willing.
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- We admitted we were powerless over alcohol—that our lives had become unmanageable.
- Came to believe that a Power greater than ourselves could restore us to sanity.
- Made a decision to turn our will and our lives over to the care of God as we understood Him.
- Made a searching and fearless moral inventory of ourselves.
- Admitted to God, to ourselves, and to another human being the exact nature of our wrongs.
- Were entirely ready to have God remove all these defects of character.
- Humbly asked Him to remove our shortcomings.
- Made a list of all persons we had harmed, and became willing to make amends to them all.
- Made direct amends to such people wherever possible, except when to do so would injure them or others.
- Continued to take personal inventory and when we were wrong promptly admitted it.
- Sought through prayer and meditation to improve our conscious contact with God as we understood Him, praying only for knowledge of His will for us and the power to carry that out.
- Having had a spiritual awakening as the result of these steps, we tried to carry this message to alcoholics, and to practice these principles in all our affairs.”
Step 9 terrifies me.
