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Masturbating
Sex with my wife and fishing
I also enjoy sex with this person’s wife ^^
* finishing
He meant fisting.
Na. many times I just enjoy just finishing her
Listening to a really good album.
There’s a good chance my wife will find me crying over Everything Goes Numb tonight.
It’s been a fucking week.
Oh man. Streetlight strikes some emotional chords that nobody else can reach for me. Somewhere in the Between is my personal favorite album, but Everything Goes Numb is also 100% amazing songs. Plus, I swear that every time I’ve seen them live I walk out thinking “that might have been the best fucking show I’ve ever been to.”
Whatever you’re going through, I hope you wake up in a better place in a better time.
Thanks sibling. It’s been a thousand tiny cuts this week but I’m holding on.
Both of those albums hold a ton of significance for me. I actually sang the song “Somewhere in the Between” as a lulllaby to my kid, but ETGN helped me through my other kid’s suicide attempt.
I’m glad to find someone who loves Streetlight like I do. If we haven’t met in the pit already, I hope we do soon.
(Assuming Tomas ever finishes the next album)
Crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and hear the lamentation of the women!
I am once again reminded I lack an original thought
I mean, this is a quote from Conan the Barbarian, so it’s not an original thought for toast.
I will admit I could be misunderstanding something though.
Using it as a reference as a joke in this context was what I meant
Buttery toast
Same. Came here to drop this banger and I am gazumped by toast.
Singing (although depending on the mood and selection of songs, this may lead to crying).
Sex. Not masturbation, tho. If that ever leads to crying, they must’ve broke my dick.
Getting rid of stuff at the dump.
Gardening.
Walking my dog.
Shooting my guns.
Watching “The Death of a Salesman” by Arthur Miller
Playing “I sank it!”
Take a rock, imbue it with the emotion, the essence of what’s bothering you… name it the thing that is causing you grief, and chuck it in the fucking lake.
Making up jokes about whatever the upsetting situation is.
This works well.
I love mocking billionaires in my YT videos, in part, because it is in fact cathartic.
Never discount what a good masturbation can do, or a nap. One after the other is even better.
If those don’t work and weather permits it, just going outside and watching nature is very cathartic for me. Not feeling trapped in an apartment or situation.
Making sense of disagreements with those I care about (even if it involves more arguing) and clearing the air/resetting the mood.
Music
Sad sad songs.
Boulder to Birmingham
Red dirt girl
Nick Drake song Road because he did not find a road to take him home.
Dancing can, if I feel free enough. Like going out dancing someplace.
Toss in Deja entendu by brand new some time. If you want a sad album it is like a soul dredge.
Eating good food.
And by good food, I mean food that is healthy for you and satisfying and novel enough that it causes the receptors in your brain to start firing off.
It’s a rare treat to find a place that even offers that.
The last time I went to Portland I stumbled across a restaurant called kebab and had Egyptian chicken kusharia and it was so good that it made my entire week. I’m still thinking about that chicken kusharia and that was back in April.
too much effort, just get me a sliggy instead
