A twitter follower requested I do a blog entry on “Sex,
drugs and green tea”. Okay. Well, you get my opinion on all three.
*snark mode activated*
Sex can be an acquired taste for some, a special treat for
others, a lusted after goal for another, and an addiction for a few.
Personally, I find sex is viewed differently by everyone I
know. I myself have viewed sex differently during certain periods of my life.
If you were to ask me now what I think of sex, I would reply that it’s none of
your damn business.
The answer to that question, dear readers, is only known
between me, and my significant other.
I've never been a big fan of drugs. Maybe I've heard too
many detailed stories from others about it, or I don’t have an addictive
personality, but I've never wanted to do any type of drugs, and I doubt I ever
will.
While this reassures my parents to no end, and those who are
zero tolerance around me, I’d also have to note that if someone I know is doing
drugs, I don’t immediately tear them down for it. If they’re doing drugs, I
remind them of what it does to their system (if they want to hear it) and tell
them not to do that sh*t around me.
But what you do on your own time and money is your own
problem. I am not enabling you, or dissuading you any more than I feel I need
to. My viewpoint is, you are your own person, and if you give a shit about
yourself and your body, you’ll find a way to take care of it.
Green tea is an interesting beverage. I tried it for the
first time on a very rainy day downtown in Parks Noodle and Sushi. It was very
relaxing just to stare out the window at people going by, and to let my mind
wander.
It’s a bitter tea, apparently caffeinated, and tastes a
little flowery if you add lemon juice to it. I find it’s a popular beverage of
those who wish to be slightly snooty in Asian restaurants (you know the ones,
who request chopsticks and talk loudly about how they took classes on how to
speak Mandarin or Korean or Japanese, and this is how you say this dish
properly) and naturalists alike.
For me, it will always be one of those beverages that I
would sip, and stare out windows while relaxing.
Now for what I really think this blog post is missing. Rock
n’ roll.
I love music. I always have, and I always will. If my ipod
was working properly right now, at any time you could enter my apartment and
hear music playing in the background. But, until I get an ipod dock for every
room (which will happen eventually) and an ipod whose battery doesn't die so
quickly (which is going to take some time) you can always tune into my singing.
I sing along to everything, whether I think I sound good or
not. If it’s a good night at work, I’ll sing along to the radio. If it’s a busy
and chore filled day at home, I’ll pretty much yodel at the top of my lungs. If
I’m having a bad day, I’ll have a bath and blast sad, mopey music until I’m
done singing along and feeling sorry for myself.
If I’m angry or upset
and I want a confidence boost, I’ll listen to rap or hip hop. If I’m in an energetic
mood, I’ll play fast, pop or rock and rock out. Or, if I’m feeling mellow, I’ll
put some blues or jazz on and veg out.
I just never feel like me without music. A day without music
is a day without life.
Hey, it almost makes sense that I volunteer for a radio
station, doesn't it?
