Posts Tagged ‘beer’


Antidepressants!

Seriously, WTF!

So when I can’t take what life gives me I’m gonna pop a pill and then everything is going to be better. If that’s the case, I might aswell just have a stash of cocaine in my pocket. Oooo I’m feeling sad, let me just powder my nose.

So some of you are thinking I’m being a little harsh. Well, too bad I’m just saying the truth. If it’s socially acceptable to take antidepressants when then we live in a sad, sad world. What ever happened to dealing with shit and getting over it.

One is not gonna be enough, give me the whole pack!

“O, damn my girlfriend broke up with me-pop a pill”

“O, my father just died-pop a pill”

“O, I just got fired pop a pill”

“O, A leaf just fell of that tree- pop a pill”

“O, It’s raining today- pop a pill”

When will it ever stop?

Looking at some research you might aswell take a headache pill labelled “antidepressant”

“A review of all studies of antidepressants ever submitted to the U.S. Food and Drug Administration (FDA), published and unpublished, was submitted to the FDA in 2004. In the published literature, antidepressants had 94% success in treating depression.[1][2] In the withheld literature, they had below 50% success.[1] Combined, all studies showed 51% efficacy[1] – only two points better than that of placebo”

How many people take that shit?

“There are 2.4 billion drugs prescribed in visits to doctors and hospitals annually, of those, 118 million are for antidepressants”

What a load of bullshit!

Ok, enough of my ranting, I just opened a beer and I feel depressed so gotta go pop my pill.

  

 

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Valentine’s Day is coming up. Normally I don’t give a shit about it, perhaps because it involves gifts, presents and some kind of communication. Anyway I decided to research it and see what it’s all about.

“Saint Valentine’s Day, commonly shortened to Valentine’s Day,[1][2][3] is an annual commemoration held on February 14 celebrating love and affection between intimate companions.[1][3] The day is named after one or more early Christian martyrs named Valentine and was established by Pope Gelasius I in 500 AD.  It is traditionally a day on which lovers express their love for each other by presenting flowers, offering confectionery, and sending greeting cards (known as “valentines“).

Modern Valentine’s Day symbols include the heart-shaped outline, doves, and the figure of the winged Cupid.

Cupid

 Ok, so who the hell is Cupid and what makes him the symbol for this day? Apparently he is the god of desire, affection and erotic love.Hhmm karma sutra style, nice!

What Cupid should look like

They say love is blind. Well, who the hell cares. This is a perfect excuse for those who have had crushes/ feelings for some one but didn’t have the balls to do anything about it.

I have 365 days to show my feelings for a loved one, so on this Valentine’s Day I’m gonna exercise my right to say,

“Baby, where’s my beer?”

Wink!

The Flight

Posted: 19/11/2010 in Random
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So finally we arrived in south africa, the flight was exactly what I expected, painful. It started when I had already checked in, knowing that I gonna have to go with out a smoke for 8 or so hours, I was scanning with my eagle vision for a smoking room at the dubai airport.

After half an hour of continuous scanning I found one. Eureka! But the joy in my heart slowly dissipated as I read the sign,”Closed for maintainance”. So with a weary heart I continued on, my feet were heavy but we time passing and I needed that last quick fix. Again I found one but it looked like everyone that smokes had the god damn same idea.

A smoking room at Dubai airport is roughly a 6×4 room with little or no ventilation and 30 people inside. If you want to smoke you don’t even have to light one up, you kind of just take a couple of deep breaths and continue until your eyes are watering and when leaving you feel your way out, bumping and groping others in the same predicament.

With nicotine at optimum levels I proceeded to board the plane, now to hear other south africans talking was like rain in dubai. Awesome! Luckily for me no the seat next to me was empty so I could enjoy a little extra space but that helped fuck all. Those seats are just small, crap and uncomfortable. To ease my suffering I decided to have a couple of beers, big mistake. Yes the beers did help me to sleep but when you have a beer and no cigarette it just doesn’t feel right. Anyway after my little snooze I woke up to find that the desert was in my mouth. So dry! Asking the hostess for some water she gave me a death stare of note and said,

“Sorry, we don’t have bottles of water but you can have five of these water tub containers.”

Needless to say the water tub containers consists of one sip. Why like this? Cursing my need to have beers on the plane, I promised myself never again will I drink on a plane. Damn crap Heineken.

The rest of the flight passed without incident save one, the extraordinary great feeling of seeing my country from the sky, knowing that I would be landing soon. I was home!