A nine-year subscriber to British Vogue with naughty flirtations at Elle UK and The Economist, I am known to limit my involvement with magazines because, well, they are fire hazards and money wasters. Something has intrigued me about Esquire, but I’ve never flipped through it, cautious of maintaining my girly girly presentation. But who can resist George Clooney?
Esquire is known as the “Guide for men who want to live a fuller, richer, more informed and rewarding life. Style, manners, money, culture, and cuisine.” Definitely not a magazine for me; but I do believe that my perfect man would read Esquire, gazing at perfect, aesthetic images such as these:
Imagine my delight to learn that my new favourite cocktail garnishment, the Vodka Tipsy Fiery Olive, is concocted and distributed by the Sable & Rosenfield company, one that earned its entrepreneurial ranks through hard work and dedication. Its first branded product, Russian Mustard, was featured in Esquire’s Christmas centrefold (early 1970s) as “the mustard to give to men.” And we hereby have the olive to give to Nicole Marie Story!
Monday Breakfast.
Monday Lunch.
Monday Appetiser. Pardon the fat glass, my go-to when the good stuff breaks.
Monday dinner. Vegan chicken. Enoki Mushroom. Reduced Sugar Ketchup. Delicious!
Tuesday Breakfast.
Tuesday Lunch.
Tuesday Dinner. Black Bean Hummus (only 400 Calories for the entire container!). Raw broccoli, carrot, and cauliflower (shared with Gwendolyn). Eaten in the automobile. Business is busier than bees!
“Mommy, will you please share your broccoli with me?”
A gorgeous dirty gin. Jalepeño Stuffed Olives by Sable & Rosenfield.
To write a book on Nutrition… or to write a book on Dieting… That is the question.
What do you think? ;)
© Nicole Marie Story Enterprises, LLC and nicoleandgwendolyn.com, 2011, 2012.
Since you’re still fat, I guess the book on dieting is out. One needs to prove one’s ‘diet’ successful in order to sell it, no?
My face is thin today, adorned with my pretty French beret, thank you very much. ;)
I should clarify that I am assuming you are still fat, since it is what you claim to be. You haven’t shown a photo to prove or disprove your claim as of late. However, at your thinnest, I never thought you were enviably thin, but I have very high standards when it comes to thin.
My “thin” is lean, long, and strong. Clearly you only look at my pictures instead of acquainting yourself with my philosophy… like a kid at a chain restaurant: “Mommy, I’ll have the picture!” :D
“To write a book on Nutrition… or to write a book on Dieting… That is the question.”
Will there be a recipe section? Perhaps you could share your recipe for “Bowl of Olives” or “Three Cans of Beans” or your signature recipe “Engine Block Chicken”.
I can’t wait.
And remember how you thought that Strawberry Nut Cream and French Vanilla coffee beans were naturally occurring, and then went on to discover — much to your shock and alarm — that they weren’t? You should definitely write about this incident in your nutrition book.
I even imagined little Nicaraguan ladies picking the strawberry beans. No joke, ha ha! Thanks for being my #2 stalker, Vera! ;)
The strawberry bean is native to Colombia.
Bahahaha!
I know that hummus, and it is my favorite! I leave the “innards” for last. I don’t think you should write about dieting because it’s really more a lifestyle that you write about than specific foods… A book about your methods of management, now that would be really interesting and unique.
Bianca, I adore you! I ‘hope’ that you know that. But for clarification… you referenced my ‘method’ of ‘management.’ I just want to clarify that I do NOT consider my lifestyle as ‘management of eating disordered tendencies’ (any longer almost 3 years into bulimic free living – wtf, 3 years?!). Like Wendy so eloquently stated at my Male Gaze article, “I have a businesslike attitude at this point about my disordered thinking.” That’s exactly how it is for moi. It’s all business. Everything is business. Everything affects the bottom line, whether it be calories or dollar bills. If it doesn’t affect the bottom line, then it’s a waste of time. Thank you for your counsel. I shall not write a diet book. I shall write a Nicole Marie Story book. Mwah. xo
Have Sable & Rosenfield called begging to advertise their penile-enhanced olives here because of the massive flood of click-throughs from NicCon and Swindlyn?
Noneya! ;)
Gwendolyn’s unruly fatness is the quintessential of sweater bursters in that photograph! Methinks the little girl needs to size up, gorgeously! Her sweet, puppy-milled face is positively overshadowed by not-vogue obesities…
The sweater is ripped because I ripped it when cutting a hole for her harness. Gwendolyn is long, lean, and strong. You must be a dog hater! Repulsive. And or I accept thou’s apology for being an accidental bitch.
Your version of long, lean, and strong is my version of short, thick, and stocky. But thin is subjective, so we’re both right. Right?
Absolutely. 100%.
How Canine Sophisticate is that!
It’s not. It’s Nicole Marie Story.
So today is the 12th. Does that mean that buying Esquire was your big, philanthropic announcement.
You’re a regular Mother Teresa, Nicole Marie Story.
It’s amazing I haven’t have you on my show yet.
For what time did I declare that my philanthropic announcement would occur?
Jess
DEC 09, 2012 @ 10:07
Aww, even my dislike of Xmas cannot override my adoration of puppies wearing Santa hats.
I know how much everyone is going to admire you for your happiness project – can’t wait for the post :)
xxx
REPLY
Nicole Marie Story
DEC 10, 2012 @ 19:21
The announcement has been postponed for 12/12/2012.
It seems that each year on that date, I announce something philanthropic!
It’s ok. It’s not easy to remember everything you say when drunk.
? What is today, where I live? Or should I be calculating “today” based on where vous lives? Comrade. ;)
Your last philanthropic venture was donating old dog sweaters to the Salvation Army? I can’t wait to see what you have in store this year… recycling a cereal box? Donating a few left over cans of beans? Or are you really going to wow us and not try to run down old ladies when crossing the road?
When did I start eating cereal?
It’s not 12/12/12 on your planet? On Earth, in this reality, in North America, and Europe, it is 12/12/12. In fact in Australia it is already 12/13.
If I publish the announcement at 23:59, does that count as 12/12/12?
Don’t worry. Nobody expected your happiness project to actually happen. No pressure.
You are REALLY dumb and annoying.
I’m dumb and annoying because I comment on a blog? Is this a private website? Was I incorrect that today is 12/12? Please advise which part was dumb or annoying.
Are you a little kid? Constructive criticism only, please. Use your noggin.
I think you don’t need to label your book. It can simply be a book of nutritional philosophy – how people use and interpret it is up to them. The best diet books are a combination of the two.
I don’t know what the people above are talking about – I wish with all my heart I weighed as little as you and had the energy to keep going 24/7 with such a demanding career. Even at your ‘fat’ weight…I would settle for it, because it is so much less than I weigh.
xxx
I love you!!!!!!!!!
I’m sorry…”demanding career”? Is it the part where you have to keep a grip on the leash that takes such skill and dedication? Maybe it’s correctly employing the poopy bags? Oh wait, it’s the “manual labor”, right? Whatever part that may be. Having to be up by, what, noon? Or perhaps having to make sure you’ve “anglicized” each word and phrase in your often nonsensical blog entries? Is being a complete whack-a-doodle really all that demanding? You seem to handle it so effortlessly….
33 dogs walked in 24 hours?
All hour long walks?
All not next door to one another?
Perfect care and reporting to the owner?
All whilst wanting to celebrate your anniversary,
And whilst your body aches?
You tell me, mother fucker.
Wait a minute. They’re all NOT next door to each other? Tell us how you do it, Norma Rae.
Clearly I belong on the revival of Green Acres, you stupid mother you-know-what.
I bet Carrie Bradshaw didn’t have to work that hard. You deserve a few dozen Martinis girlfriend.
Thank you. Your comment is much appreciated. I love my work, and I love making my clients and their humans happy.
JSG–You’re forgetting that she’s always drunk off her ass while doing these things. No small feat.
Not.
“slightly pickled”is the term, Gem (referring to it’s (Nicole is now an IT, neither man, nor woman, nor person from this planet)
I’m an ‘IT’? Ha ha ha! Have I rejected you sexually to have ‘earned’ such a hateful comment? I’m sure of it! There’s a big fat queue of you rejectionees, so don’t consider yourself as special. Rather, grow ONE… and grow a successful business… and perhaps I’ll consider it. D-effing-bag.
This is what I notice, as a sane, bored adult…JSG uses the term “whack-a-doodle” in almost every comment he/she/it posts. Please get something new.
The second thing that comes to mind? Almost every post, JSG proclaims he/she/it has had enough with the “whack-a-doodle-ness”, yet continues to post on this site. I’m too tire and bored to look through comments and copy and paste the OMG I GIVE UP comments.
As someone on the outside, simply reading the rants of JSG? A scorned love? A gay man with an eating disorder (nothing wrong with that)? An overweight GOMI reader/commenter? One of Alice’s friends? Blogarella’s roommate? A Philosophy major who couldn’t find a job?
OMFG. When we meet, please please please merci beaucoup pardon my inability to speak coherently. I shan’t be drunk on alcohol. I shall rather be drunk on laughter!!! I freaking love you! :)
Weren’t you a big dog over at GOMI?
Does such an ‘honour’ really exist as “big dog over at GOMI”? If so, if Cassy were NOY the former “big dog” of subject, then I would be oh so disappointed! We the type As are always the best of the best, even at GOMI. Mwah!
All your posts show so much anger, Cassie. Try to see the lighter side of things. You’ll live longer and be so much more happy.
Thanks for the advice JSG, but I’m an extremely happy person. I just don’t shower toads, trolls, and idiots with my kindness. Now please grow away, I have work to do.
Work in your pretty bow heels! I sure hope as much!
I simply cannot wait until we meet in person.
I LOVE YOU.
This is my first Christmas with a big sister. xo
Dear Just Some Guy, is your “be happy” counsel something that a “professional” head doctor would recommend? Good thing I’m the up and coming (modern and pretty and fashionable and fun) Thomas Szasz. I shall save so many persons from being medical mongered!!!
Ooooh, you are so astute, Cassie! Can we be buds once I cross over from feeling sad for to liking Nikki like you did? How can I expedite this process? Something magical I can say in the dark to my bathroom mirror? How did you go from being a fat looter socialist hater (like myself) to a hemorrhoid?
Okay, I have to jump in. I’ve been wondering about JSG myself. A lot of the time his comments are predictable and even annoying, but always lighthearted and yes, sometimes funny. Though it is not evident to always read between his lines I think he actually likes Nicole and is captivated by her (sounds less creepy than stalking right?)
So I too have visions of who JSG just might be. Fucking Mister big? A fat nerdy type still battling acne with curly hair, sitting in his mom basement, dreaming of being fucking mister big? Funny thing is a philosophy major with too much time on his hands has come to my mind as well several times. As a history major I have a soft spot for philosophy majors. We are both so useless!! So me thinking you could be a philosophy major is a compliment.
Who are you mr. guy? Do you think of yourself as one of the good ones? Do you have a girlfriend? Do you consider yourself to be attractive? Do you consider yourself to be usefull? What do you do besides reading here? Do you like yourself?
I’m just really really curious
I love your questions!
Btw, I just awoke from a dream in which you appeared.
Love you! :)
Sonja! Hello! OMG I love you! And I do hope that you awaken to this comment before headed to your bikram class. And yes, get your pretty self to it!!! It is 9:39pm here on a Friday night, and I have finally enjoyed a MARTINI. OMFG, what happened to the days of martini lunches? They shall return when I sell my dog walking customer list. :) Or probably not. because I have too much brewing. Martinis make me loopy. Ha ha! :D Martinis are hereby reserved for late nights and for Sundays at noon (unless I have clients on Sunday afternoon). :D
Your suspicions are so so so so so interesting to me!!!!!!!!! You mentioned, “Fucking Mister big.” That is EXACTLY what I consider Sir Henry to be. He’s my Mr. Big. He always has been such. He always shall be such. And Chris Noth on The Good Wife shall always be Mr. Big. :D
Nowadays, after 9 years of the romantic stupid circles with my Mr. Big, I’m over it. I’m over him… or not? :) Although the prospect of sex with him is still intriguing to me because I like making him react… the prospect of allowing him to view my body in its current state enrages me because my body is NOT desirable. It’s so fucking ugly. I do LOVE having that upper sexual edge. But I do not accept having it under fat pretenses. (am working hard on it, though, so that I can have an interesting, non woe-is-fat-me blog in 2013). Did Carrie Bradshaw feel that way about her Mr. Big? Or was she really THAT into her orgasm?
Is any girl really THAT into her orgasm without a little pink electronic bunny? I dunno.:D
J’adore Carrie and her lifestyle and her size, but I’m NOT a “go to Paris with Mikhail Barishnikov (sp) and make Sir Henry MAD and get him to propose and to get me a gorgeous flat with a gorgeous closet and, of course, to accept a puggle as his sleeping buddy” kind of gal. I just want a nice man who loves my dog, who accepts that I bring her everywhere, who wants a big posh NY style flat, and who doesn’t smother me. That is all. :) Mwah!
What do you want in a man? And how did you find that in Geert? Is he your Mr. Big? xo
ps: meisjes plagen is liefde vragen!
When have I last used “fat” as insult? It’s old, ‘HUH?’. Get with the blog, or don’t comment.
11/30/12 10:16 PM by Nicole Marie Story on WIAW: Welcome Back:
“Actually, I pay for electrolysis.
Can you afford electrolysis?
And, dumb fucking moron, those are not sideburns. That is my hair, having fallen into my face, after being awake all night with Gwendolyn who was uncomfortable after her night in the emergency room. I shall not approve any additional nasty shit that you write about my little girl. You definitely are an ugly fat whore. There’s no way that anyone else would be that mean.
GOMI. Or keep driving my traffic. Whatev!”
Here, fat describes whore. Fat is not the insult. Whore is the insult. Gem, truly outrageous… Not.
Keep trying to talk your way out of it. No one is convinced.
Of what am I “trying” to convince you?
Nicole, love your response to this and previous post, will def answer when my head is in the right place. mwah!!!
Yes! Obviously, based on your positive reply, I scored one for the little French girls wearing berets commoners team! :D :D :D love you!!!
oh and for your information, your present is already bought and paid for and on it’s way. Well, actually I took the lazy road and had it shipped to your parents, so if you get a package without any info on in, it’s probably mine. mwah!
Ha ha ha ha! Love it!!! I shan’t open it until you confirm receipt of yours!!! I am so grateful and excited! :D
Careful Jess. Don’t say you’re fat. It’ll be the first thing she’ll throw up in your face the minute you question or disagree with her.
Are you fat, ‘YOU NEED HELP’? Seems to be your go to words of wisdom at my blog. Getting a little snorey snorey boring.
“When have I last used “fat” as insult? It’s old, ‘HUH?’. Get with the blog, or don’t comment.”
.
I’m earning you page views and advertising dollars and you call me a fat, boring whore.
You should work on your customer service.
You have earned me nothing. NicoleAndGwendolyn have earned all which exists at NicoleAndGwendolyn.com.
Business 101. You failed.
If none buys your product you are no longer in business.
I am your customer.
Without customers, you wouldn’t earn money.
You have got to get a clue.
A business owner can reject business. They must reject business to maintain quality, especially if the product exists in high demand. I do it all the time. You are not a good fit for NicoleAndGwendolyn.com. Your silly rants are not constructive to my blog’s theme. They are simply evidence of my rejection of you as a person. Please leave me alone. Thank you.
I fixed my that which error.
For example:
“You definitely are an ugly fat whore.”
Whore was the insult.
Thats a total bullshit excuse.
Try again.
What am I trying to do? I try nothing. I simply do.
Bahahaha. I’m sorry, I can’t do it anymore. It’s become sad to watch you try, Nicole, because you try SO hard.
You are an unattractive, thickwaisted, pathetic, sad, stupid girl. (Not an insult. “unattractive, thickwaisted, pathetic, sad, stupid,” are adjectives, of course, are only used to garnish a sentence. The only word which conveys any meaning and which you could possibly take offense with is the noun: “girl.”)
I don’t take offense. In fact, j’adore the attention. And, coincidentally, I own GirlAndDog.com. ;)
You are doing a bullshit excuse.
You do excuses in a bullshit way.
You do the bullshit of excuses.
You are objectively doing bullshit.
Come on crazy, argue that now.
I shan’t. Because I now know your identity based on that reply. Go back to your silly short stories, and leave me alone (as I have asked you before).
Is this not a public blog?
OK fat whore.
Oh, to be clear, “fat” isn’t the insult, it’s “whore” that’s the insult.
Cheers!
I own fatwhore.com
Do you earn anything from it? Or do you still exist as a loser?
Best comments ever! I don’t know how you do it, Nikki!
Aw, thank vous! :D
… not that your opinion, or that of anyone else’s, but with regard to my physical body matters to moi. :)
I simply stated I own a domain site. I did not infer any descriptors in my text.
It is seriously hilarious to read some of the things people write here! the people i dislike, i ignore….i don’t stalk their blog – lol :-)
Because you aren’t a socialist looter. You don’t have time for looting… er, stalking. ;)
Commenting on a public blog = looting? Stalking? Dramatic much?
So, anyway, what is your philosophy in regards to dieting and nutrition? Does it include eating an entire package of cheese in a sitting?
See: The Grandeur of Restaurant Dining
But you have time to answer every single comment. Are you a looter? Is a looter someone who can type little comments into an iPhone and hit refresh?
Is my blog for profit? Or for fun?
I don’t know? It’s your blog? You tell me?
My blog is for profit. Everything in life is for profit.
Too tired to make my blog charity announcement. Fingers are shaking with coldness. Tiredness. Walked 33 dogs today. Until tomorrow! Goodnight! Mwah!
I forgot what brand the black bean hummus is (I wan’t to say it’s Eat Well, Live Well?) but it’s delicious! Like Bianca I also live the “innards” for last instead of mixing them in. I am not sure if you have tried their other flavors, but they are all very good and unique.
And I am very glad that you are passionate what you do for a living. People love their pets tremendously and I would imagine they take a lot of time to find someone who cares for their animal family members just like they would, and that is not a service that should be taken lightly. I think what you do is absolutely not just “walking dogs”. That would be like saying a daycare provider just “watches kids”. In both instances, someone who is great at their job is invaluable to the family that uses those services, and you obviously are.
P.S – As always, I love the “goat” coffee :-)
Holy typos, Batman…that should be “want” and “leave”.
Erika, Gorgeous comment. Thank you for it. My clients, although they can, DO NOT WANT to live without NicoleAndGwendolyn. I worked damn hard, over the last eight months, earning referrals and reputation. And currently? My website, http://www.thecaninesophisticate.com, is under construction for a reason. For 2013, I am now confident to present to the public that which is truly Canine Sophisticate. Champagne care for your precious pet. I could not announce it as such, in the beginning, because anyone can talk the talk. But I walk the walk. And my clients know it.
Mwah. ;)
Wow, the comments here have really been crazy. Not a lot to actually weigh in on but I think that if you were going to write a book it could be on pet care.
I respect your right to do what works for you but advising others to eat at an extreme calorie deficit is probably ill advised in regards to a diet/nutrition book.
MG, Hi. :D I was totally being facetious with my ending question. I don’t believe in ‘dieting’ and ‘nutrition’ as subjects which can be taught. Surely I can write about what works for me, and I am doing so in my bulimic memoirs and in my, ‘Earning My Yoga Body, Again.’ … speaking of which… it’s about time to hop onto the mat! Mwah!
Yes, obviously writing about your own experiences is totally different than advising others.
I do think nutrition in the general sense is something that can be taught. For example, people can really benefit from a basic understanding of macro nutrients and vitamins as well as what sources are important guidelines. That’s not to say that there’s only on way to eat, but everyone needs varying levels of calcium, protein, vitamin C ect.
I agree wholeheartedly that nutrition in the general sense can and must be taught.
My science of plant based nutrition course @ eCornell was one of the best formal academic learning experiences of my life!
Too tired to make my blog charity announcement. Fingers are shaking with coldness. Tiredness. Walked 33 dogs today. Until tomorrow! Goodnight! Mwah!
Epic fail.
Oh? Or perhaps I didn’t want it to coincide with the disaster in Connecticut. You are a jealous, mean, vindictive person. Again, go away.
That would have still made it two days late.
Two days late.
You could have been smart and made it about a children’s charity.
Don’t pretend you care about children. It’s obvious when you are full of shit.
What does “more tomorrow” mean?
The DAY AFTER WEDNESDAY IDIOT. ARE YOU A FUNCTIONAL AUTISTIC?
You wouldn’t post about your charity because it would be insensitive to the families in Connecticut, but you took time to call Gem a fat whore, post about your dog walker website on Facebook and bitch about slow drivers.
Horse shit, epic fail again Nix.
One does not stop living because of tragedy. But one can option to postpone a formal publishing to a professional blog for the purpose of silently offering condolences to those affected by the hatred.
Professional blog? Aw, you are so cute and dumb.
The problem here lies in that one cannot convince a crazy person that he or she is crazy. Nicole will never see herself as those of us on the outside looking in do. It will be interesting to see, however, when those who are here simply for the train wreck do opt out and walk away . . . how will the page view numbers look then? Perhaps that is what needs to happen convince poor Nicole that her ‘success’ (which I guess she calculates in page views??) comes only from the shock that 99% of her readers find in how truly disturbed she is. The biggest fascination for me personally comes from trying to figure out the various possible diagnosis, or combinations of diagnoses . . . narcissistic personality disorder, borderline personality disorder, bi-polar, histrionic, delusional disorder, . .and yes, I am well aware that NMS would call me a medical monger and discount her very loose grip on reality. To her credit, she is very high functioning, but it simply couldn’t be more obvious that she is not okay. And again, the whole premise of crazy is that the person is unable to see their condition.
Does this mean that you’re NOT sending me a Christmas card?
You just make it so easy to hate you, and to want to come back and post hateful, argumentative comments.
Are you a psych major, baiting us, or a psycho? A sociologist studying us, or a sociopath?
You couldn’t possibly be doing this to get rich from page views, because you simply don’t get enough. Honey, you’re no Dooce and you never will be. Better send that pipe dream on down the river and focus on your uber-successful dog walking business.
Hate is a strong word, and it must be terrible to experience such negative emotion. I am Nicole Marie Story, nothing more, nothing less.
Wow…so much cruelty…funny how so many people complain constantly as to “how mean and cruel Nicole is to other bloggers etc”, yet the dreadful things written in this batch of comments aren’t called for and are not what Nicoles blog post was about. Many of you have been disgustingly cruel. No matter what you think of Nicole, you simply cannot in honesty say anything negative about Canine Sophisticate – it is obviously a great business concept and Nicole runs it brilliantly and genuinely adores and cares perfectly for the animals of her clients. Give her a break, these comments have gone overboard. Love Jennifer and Heathcliffe xo
Dear Jennifer, You are a dahling, dahling! I miss you and Heathcliffe, and I would send you a Christmas card, if I were doing that this year! Still deciding on New Year’s cards… or if I shall just bank the $. ANYWAY! Just want to thank you for your pretty comment. As I discussed yesterday evening with Françoise, all of this meanness and hatred? It doesn’t hurt me. Because I know that my blog is doing good. And If I back down now when the fires are hot, then I’d be a failing fire fighter. And I do not fail. Ever. I shall do my part to extinguish the medical mongers. So let it be written! So let it be done! Mwah! xo
Thankyou Nicole! We miss you too. xo
Do you think [comment deleted due to extreme viciousness and no relevancy to the subject matter of this blog post]? You know that fat bitch [comment deleted to to extreme viciousness and no relevancy to the subject matter of this blog post].
Thanks, ‘Candy K.’
You’ve crossed the line, and your IP address has hereby been blocked from comment submission.
Sorry for being so absent. I have been moping, wallowing and trying the fight my way OUT of therapy *grumble*. And job hunting.
First: HOLY NSFW PORN BATMAN! Can a girl get a warning before she opens blog posts with her mother in the room?! Bloody hell!
Anyhow, porn aside (I do like naked women, just not when my mum is looking ta), I don’t know why people are calling you fat. You’re looking so thin lately… you were starting to look ill in the last picture you posted of yourself :(. I worry.
As far as your meals go… Pepsi Max is far tastier than Diet Pepsi, at least in the UK. And those olives look a little NSFW themselves *chuckle*. I like the carrots and hummus, though I prefer my broccoli steamed. Yumyumyum. Weekend treat for me there.
Yay! I am so happy that you’re back! Admittance: I needed to google “NSFW” after imagining the old “Pow!” “Bam!” “Splat!” exclamations in the 1960s Batman starring Adam West and coming up with nothing – what a hottie he was, btw! Remember Cat Woman starring Eartha Kit? I was NOT a fan of her body, even as a child. I always fancied Barbara Gordon’s body, but now that I look back, I’m not a HUGE fan of hers in terms of perfection but in just okay acceptance. In fact, right now, my core looks just like hers did. There’s work to be done.
Pepsi Max is delicious, and I’ve only just started to drink carbonated beverages again because they definitely suffice when I’m starved between dog walking appointments. For some reason, I feel like the Max might be worse on my teeth hence choosing the Diet. But now I might just do the Max because you’ve sold me. I like the natural sodas, but they’re not readily available; and I can’t keep them on hand because I’d drink them all in one sitting. :D Welcome back. x x x
“Everything in life is for profit.”
This is an intriguing statement. Could you elaborate please on what you mean?
Each moment of life is lived intensely, worked passionately, and progressed rigorously.
Man must work to gain something for himself, otherwise he just exists. Tomorrow is yesterday. And today is tomorrow.
Imagine a world without progress.
Imagine an individual life without that, too.
“Profit” and “progress” are not synonyms.
You are not Leonard Peikoff then, I take it?