Oysters are one of the sexiest fleshiest yummies.
Squeeze some lemon (or not), a drop of tobasco (or not), hold the shell and let it slide in your mouth along with the sea water.
An attempt to understand the multiple minds of this person through daily activities, routines, encounters by means of recording through the use of this blog. The successful rate of fully understanding and the ability to comprehend this person is still yet an unknown factor.


Currently reading this book which starts off with some self boosting (which I think was not overdone based on the success of this author) and an experiment on burying beetle's infanticidal act on their own babies. The number of babies killed is based on the size of the carcasses they find. Outsider beetles will kill their same sex and all babies forcing the opposite sex beetle to mate with them. Wilson then goes on to descibe this story as if the beetles were humans. Interesting.


My first Palahnuik book. It was quite shocking, funny, brutal, and strange. A group of writers go to a writer's retreat and end up mutilating themselves for future fame. Each writer writes their own little story in this novel summing up to 23 in total. I want to remeber everyone of them: nightmare box, guts' masterbation story, miss america's boring story, hot potting, emigrating to venus, artist turned into sniper, lady baglady, etc. etc.
It was a fun read - made me join The Cult: a book club forum by CP's fans.




One night, while drinking, or perhaps a bit drunk, I posted on a forum: Drink 1 to 3 beers every other night. Binge drink at least on one weekend nights. Am I an alcoholic?
I was stuck in the stone castle with a bunch of supposedly friends of friends. I had to carry the biggest camera. A large monkey was following me. It suddenly jumped on me from behind and try to jerk himself off. No one helped. Not one single person even held the camera for me. Could these people be my real friends? I woke.