8 in the morning
so i end up bursting a vein in my eye the prior day before yesterday. at first, i thought i was still stoned, but that made completely no sense. heheheh i just farted on this bus full of college arrogant nut sacks. i like to ask virginia, my gran, who reminds me of virginia wolf, who reminds me of that fuckin' gay ass train song "ask virgina," ask her as if she is my own personal doctor because i honestly like her reasonable and adequately intellegent responses. anyhow, she says i've been too pissed off and frustrated lately and i need to calm down and do some yoga or read more often than not. so with that in mind, i bought some cocaine and pot and had a field day. it was fine and all, a tad awkward, but fine. the ending reaked though, coming down and sitting in my grandparents living room was pretty lame. i fuckin' need to save money for a motorhome. it's honestly astounding to me how people don't think i'd get so angry i'd pop a blood vessel in my eye. what, do they think i'm some sort of robot that never angers? here's another fart for the college wankers. peace.