Today's task was to live for the moment. And that moment was 21:31:22 to 21:31:23.
The Book goes into this very long series of events I was supposed to establish involving an opera CD, silk pajamas, sex and a chocolate truffle but I chose my own destiny and decided if I was going to live for a moment, it would be on my terms.
There is a specific feeling that is part anticipation, part nervous contemplation, and part glee that can start to build up in a person when they know there is something great that is going to happen to them at a precise moment. It may be the first seconds of watching Star Wars, the moments leading up to your first kiss, or the first time you touch yourself and it doesn't feel the same as the last time you touched yourself. I achieved that today.
The catalyst of this moment of life? A Shiner Bock Beer and a bite of Ben and Jerry's John Lennon "Imagine Whirled Peace" ice cream. The mixture was heavenly and I sat at my house hoping it would live up to my imagination. I set an alarm for 3 minutes before the 21:31:22 just so I could prepare for the triumph that was to be my mouth orgasm. I skipped gaily through the house as anticipation welled up in my chest and shot through my arms.
Below is the moment, caught for all to see.
The ingredients if you ever wish to experience my nirvana.
I can now say I have died having lived.
That is all,
Newt
6 Ripples in the pond:
I would be much happier with this combination than the actual beer ice cream.
It was good. You just don't have any taste.
You are a braver man than I, sir.
Trin is a fan of chocolate ice cream, so this isn't all that much of stretch for him.
And good job with your video. It was quite a bit more clear than usual.
What a shocking thing to do to perfectly good ice cream!!
Heathen!
Ps: What does the ice cream consist of? We don't get that one over here ... Cherry Garcia is still my fave Ben & Jerry's ... although Chunky Monkey is yummy too
It is a mix of Vanilla ice cream, chocolate peace signs, and soft toffee. And it is delicious.
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