I want to eat pancakes

You know what this thread is about?

Your inability to sit or eat pancakes? But who knows since everything is purposely cryptic on here because it makes things seem important to people you think should beg for what your meaning is from you, since you have to speak with them at all.

Not cryptic if you understand.

Something tells me you are faking it.

That's exactly what cryptic means. There were once people posting genuinely interesting esoteric information on here. Now it's you guys writing cryptic notes to each other like some sort of high school yearbook. Don't you have Tor for that? After all, it isn't like you'd be in any danger by using it instead of here.

ThAnk you.

Someone who gets it.

Happiness is still something that fghoircgjo

Eat $hit

double order of banana nut pancakes with maple syrup

hold the whip cream

You know what Lebowski said.

I ate less than 1000 cal today.

Enlightenment is still not insight.

Tomorrow is Wednesday.

And then?

And then it's St Lucia's day!
Time to have some lussekatter instead of pancakes.

Not sure what lussekatter Is.

They're saffron buns, good but kind of a pain in the ass to make... I usually make them with currants instead of raisins & some cardamom for flavor.
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I bolster my personal happiness by doing things that cause other folks to be happy.

In this context, I like making pancakes that are good for you. I get that Paleo mix from the store. It is gluten free and only uses the best and safest ingredients. Then I fry up the pancakes in coconut oil and top with real butter. My husband is 89 and diabetic so he gets one cake that I quickly cut for him using a small pizza cutter. It makes nice bite-sized pieces. Then two over easy eggs on top. He never did like any kind of syrup.

As he eats this, I get frozen blueberries and red raspberries into a cup and nuke them till warm and soft. Then I make another hotcake, cut it in place, and pour the warm berries on top. I top it with some real whipped cream and have it ready just as his first plate is done.

He loves the combinations and I still can keep his A1c at 7.0. He likes his poached eggs too, with little dollar cakes to dip. He is happy and that makes me happy.

Happiness is easy if you give it out because it flows right back into you. Any effort you put into caring and sharing just increases the satisfaction for everyone.

Thank you.

But everything seems to bite you in the ass in the end.

I miss those days. It’s what drew me to GLP and kept me here. Now, it’s like finding a needle in a haystack.

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Happiness on this planet is food, period. Sex is simply virtual eating. Pancakes is a form of happiness. Eat them and be happy for a little while until your next meal.

If you are not a breatharian angel, you have cravings for food. Give into them, experience them, and enjoy them within reason — because you will not be finding happiness outside of them while you are stuck in this decaying rat body.

Never thought of it that way.

Indulging in satisfying food is happiness.

Then life smacks you in the face.

Today was yesterday.

Tomorrow is the same.

I feel liike the universe is fornicating me every day.

I can't STOP eating pancakes.

Bob Dylan's lyrics were computer generated.

Why do they say that the lord loves the workin’ man?

Wouldn't know, only Dylan song I have ever heard is all along the watchtower. But it makes sense if you want a guy who can run around naked in a tropical climate, import an Eskimo and lighten his skin with sandalwood.
Oh wait, that was Springsteen. I get them confused.

You know this is a serious thread right ?

We only get one of these.

Per lifetime? Oh shit...

Only if we existed before we were born.

Define "born". I can't remember a thing before I could lift my head.

Well... except the party.

The bright light.

Then life.