I own many shirts that I wear every day. I'm a strict vegetarian for many reasons, pretty much all of them. I do not eat GMO's. I do not support any company that uses them, which is pretty much everything in a colorful, shiny, box, and is BOGO at Publix. I don't care about the rollback prices at Wal-Mart. I'll spend the extra 23 cents on a half gallon of coconut milk. I like to know where my money is going just like I love to know where exactly my food is coming from. I'm frightened of the country's future, or the world's for that matter. There's a massive global corporate takeover in the works called the TPP and it's NOT being televised. Fukushima has ruined our children's, their children's, and their children*100. These are the kinds of issues that boggle my mind on a daily basis, not ****ing football and celebrity marriage crises. That being said, there is still hope for us because of people like me, and you. I'm looking for people like you, somebody who knows and somebody who cares. There are many of us
I can't guarantee you will like me. I think TV is for idiots and fast food is for fat people and their fat kids.
I'm a recovering quadriplegic. I broke my neck in a car accident. I've come back from no movement at all. I'm not bragging, nor am I looking for sympathy. but if you take your health for granted and it shows in your overstuffed water balloon-like figure. If I can hear you breathing from 6 feet away after you put socks on, then that is something that I will not be able to get past. I'm not obsessed with perfection; anybody can see that I'm far from it. I'm just saying there's something wrong with a shiny, flawless, diamond sitting in a big, steaming, pile of crap. In other words, we all have a potential to realize; I like people who try to find out what their's is. Not what other's expect of you, but what you demand of yourself. You can't help what happens to you; sh*tconstantly happens, but if you let negativity get a hold of you, then your useless to everyone who needs you. Nobody worth having will want you...
Rob a bank; steal a plane, fly to Monte Carlo. Spend all of the money as quickly as humanly possible. Get on a sailboat, head north/northeast 196 nautical miles. Kill dinner. Start a fire. Pop the cork.