My Strange Addiction – We Live In A Crazy World!

Yes, I’m going to be revealing what my strange obsession is in this very post.

Psych! I am perfectly normal and capable of basic human emotions. Maybe I should feel insulted if you clicked on this post wanting to read all about my disturbing and sickening habits. May I remind you, having a  mild interest in rampaging squirrels, Katanas and zombie goat apocalypse is not strange behavior.

I shall buy a squirrel and name it "Shakira Van Der Jolie" or maybe "Princess LedZeppelin"
Likes? Decide for me?

Anyway,this post is about this reality show (My Strange Addiction) I literally stumbled upon earlier this week. It’s another welcome addition to the crazy pop culture of this world where delightful individuals with serious untreated mental issues are shown on the telly as they unveil their disgusting  unusual addictions.

Apparently you can guess that these people are suffering from something because they’re practically agreeing to these:  be watched by thousands of people.  Agree to be labelled as a freak for the rest of your lives.

I watched one episode where this woman is addicted to drinking her own urine because y’know nothing is more healthier or “comforting” than drinking your own urine straight from your delicate parts.

I'm preparing for my trip to the Sahara Desert. Love me some piss juice.

Another one showed a man is in an intimate relationship with his car and then to add more horror and glee, he confesses this to his father on camera. However, I (and many, many others who express joy at seeing parents/guardians exploding in rage on screen) was sorely disappointed. Instead, the father was mystified – or appalled or maybe both. Be glad he didn’t have a stroke or something.

One of my favorite (after the urine drinker, of course) is Shower hair drain collector –  Another young man in desperate need for help. How do the producers find these people? During the episode, the guy makes this harrowing statement “…the game starts when I see the homeowner and I make the prediction that how much hair she has in her drain and then I have to find out.” – This is not creepy at all. Imagine waltzing inside your house only to find some random dude bent over your drain.

This is such an interesting show. Watch it, y’all. Show this stuff to your Momma and Paw-Paw – they would appreciate, for once, how considerably sane their child is, compared to the people in the show.

 

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• My Strange Addiction’s Weirdest Episode Yet: A Woman Drinks Her Own Urine! (kroq.radio.com)

Learn. Teach. Transform

Hi.

There are currently millions of people out there who can not read or write. If you’re able to read this post, you’re among the lucky ones.

Akhuwat-e-Awam is a non-profit organization run by a group of Pakistani students who have high hopes and dreams of “inculcating that essential sense of national pride in the people of the country that has either faded away or has been misdirected”

Their efforts include “the dissolution of class barriers…slowly spreading to communities; slum areas within the city itself, to create schools and Basic Health Units”.

Their motto – ‘Learn. Teach. Transform’ doesn’t only apply to the people of Pakistan. It applies worldwide.

Support and appreciate them. It’s for a good cause and you know it. Plus, if you’re a Pakistani reading this, join in. These people need YOU.

Fever (A Chemical Garden Trilogy) Book#2

I’ve just finished reading Lauren DeStefano’s “Fever” which is the 2nd book in the Chemical Garden Trilogy. Wither – the 1st book – was an exceptionally brilliant debut. After the massive success that was Hunger Games, there was a sudden plethora of Dystopian literature targeted at Young adults everywhere and to be honest, most of them didn’t catch my fancy. However, Wither, thankfully, didn’t let me down and I gulped it all up.

The story centers around Rhine, a girl who is kidnapped and sold off as a bride to a rich man “Linden” along with two other girls in a world where science tried to create the perfect human being bereft of disease but the experiment failed horribly and the new generation has to pay the price with their life -all women live only to age twenty and men to age twenty-five.

Throw in polygamous marriages, evil scientist father – in – law, and a sense of gloom and mystique shrouded behind wealth and riches, Rhine desperately wishes to escape this prison of gold before the virus ends her short life.

Wither was so awesome; I was almost teensy weensy scared for its sequel and it seemed I was right. Fever barely rises to the same level of Wither and although I enjoyed it. To me, it seemed…meh.

Here’s what happens: (Heads up! These are spoilers by the way)

1. Arrive onshore, stumble around in the dark towards a wheel of lights. 

2. Get caught by a psychotic brothel madame. 

3. Drugs. Hallucinations. 

4. More drugs. Get sick. Hallucinations.

5. Escape while experiencing hallucinations. 

6. Get sick in van. 

7. Be sick and get assaulted in restaurant. 

8. Be sick in bus. 

9. Depression in Manhattan. Check burned house. Check slightly mad, missing twin, Check hallucinations nostalgia. 

10. Get violently sick. 

11. Get kidnapped by eevvvaal father-in-law and vomiting on his lapels. 

12. Depression. Extreme level of sickness. Experimentation. Hallucinations. People waiting to die, or dead.

13. Be rescued by Linden who still loves Rhine even though she ditched him for another man but doesn’t believe her when she tells him his father is a deranged old loony who is experimenting on his brides in the basement. (I mean seriously, Linden, you live in the same house for God sake. Yo father is yo baby killa!)

 

I just really want to fart...or fall sick again.

Anyway, Destefano’s pretty prose was the best thing about the book. I couldn’t help feeling what Rhine felt. (Yes, the innumerable spells of sickness, included) and she paints such a vivid picture of dreary Manhattan and the morbid brothel. The secondary characters introduced in the book didn’t bother me but Gabriel – Rhine’s lover – did. That boy has no personality and he was hallucinating half the book so there. Someone please give him a personality or let evil father-in-law experiment on him and then kill him off. Kthankxbye.

Have you read Wither or Fever or thinking about reading it? Did you like it?

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• Wither by Lauren DeStefano (caughtbetweenthepages.wordpress.com)

Mr. Ridiculously Photogenic

I do believe I'm God's gift to mankind.

The photo of this man (Left) in the middle of a 10k run has apparently gone viral over the internet. Why you ask? I will explain in a moment. Why did it seem so newsworthy to many news websites, particularly, yahoo? I dunno.

Apparently Mr. Ridiculously Photogenic, as he has been aptly named, was snapped while he was running –  with a charming smile on his face (Hold your hearts, ladies and some gentlemen). His hair being lightly tousled by the wind as the other runners around him struggle and pant to complete this tortur – I mean, run.

To be fair, he does look incredibly good in the middle of a run. If It was me, I would be tripping behind Mr. Ridiculous covered in sweat, angry red blotches and panting like a dying dog. Of course, being captured like this would mean that many people out there would think I was running away from the police or the mafia and was either mentally challenged/in need of E.R.

Mona Lisa of Our Generation

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• ‘Ridiculously Photogenic Guy’ picture from 10k race goes viral (sports.yahoo.com)
• Ridiculously Photogenic Guy is a local boy – Charleston City Paper (drugstoresource.wordpress.com)

That Cake Is A Filthy Lie

I adore cake. If there was a way I could marry cake, I would. In fact I would be the first woman to marry a soft, sweet food made from a mixture of flour, eggs, sugar, and other ingredients, baked and often decorated. Delish.

However, I loath pineapple cream cake. That shizz is cuh-razy, y’all. It is so abominable that I can’t even imagine looking at the pineapple buried under mounds of heavy cream. I go like this:

This can’t even be in the same category as cake.

Omgees, it's looking at me.

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• Cake (lingerz.wordpress.com)