vibrators and being chewed out

I found vibrators today. I found vibrators and learned about "bomba." I found vibrators (plural), learned about bomba and heard a guy say "dang that's a small vibrator." Then I go and say, "well not if it's up an ariputan (Asshole)." I learned that Itot or fuck is a really really unlady like word. Crass and simply "Doesn't sound good" coming out of my mouth.

I got chewed out today by someone with good intentions and although I wanted to talk back I didn't. Perhaps I could chalk it up to cultural training or respecting your elders but what she said didn't upset me to the point of rebuttle. What I wonder though is if there is a loss of integrity when one doesn't fight back or say something "Sabat".

I wonder as I eat a sweet piece of corn but maybe that doesn't really matter.

I'm learning more about industrial design, what an awesome thing to design things to make them more useful.

Website browsing and building is tiring on top of clearing out boxes of American memories and things that have traveled an ocean for more than 6 weeks to join me. Raw food books, piano book, umbreallas, rainboots, clothes and candles. I'm really excited for the candles.

It's been raining on and off, so I'll start transporting stuff before the next rainfall happens and no matter what the long awaited yoga is gonna happen.

Next entry will talk about Seneca once I finish a brief reading, just another reason I'm not into retiring and posting living to the last years of life.

Seneca is pretty genius. I'm genuinely inspired. There is so much of the planet I want to see, want to do, want to taste, want to be with...