he's gonna walk in stoned any minute now
wednesday, i had one of those moments of clarity and i just thought "this is definately how life is supposed to be." i soaked it all in and then the moment was gone, and life will never really be like it again, but i'll never forget how i felt or what i saw or where i was and who i was with or any of it.
on another note, i swear to god my mom knows when i'm stoned and decides to take me to the mall. malls are the worst place to be at high. i fucking hate them. i wind up wondering aimlessly and getting lost and the lighting and musis and crowds or people are terrible. so my mom always ends up making me go shopping with her at the motherfucking mall when i'm stoned, like a secret punishment she knows i'll hate. we went to this new one here in san antonio today and i was dreading it the whole way but when we got there it was pretty good. i was actually doing well in it, it's this new outdoor, high-end "la cantera" thing, not like regular malls at all. but then i got worse as we went on. by the end of our shopping mission i was breaking out in hives. for serious. but let me tell you, i went to hollister for the first time. it was crazy. like the craziest place ever. the clothes sucked but i absolutely loved the place. it was all dark and cozy and bugalo-y and they have the best colors of clothes EVER. i'm telling you, these colors were amazing. like premium colors. colors like no other colors you'll find. perfect shades of all colors. ahh. anyway, the mall was aweful other than the colors and atmosphere in hollister but i survived. thus concludes my small rant on malls and being high in them.
P.S. penguines are so cute and beautiful and amazing.
who wants to go to trail of lights or 37th street this week?
on another note, i swear to god my mom knows when i'm stoned and decides to take me to the mall. malls are the worst place to be at high. i fucking hate them. i wind up wondering aimlessly and getting lost and the lighting and musis and crowds or people are terrible. so my mom always ends up making me go shopping with her at the motherfucking mall when i'm stoned, like a secret punishment she knows i'll hate. we went to this new one here in san antonio today and i was dreading it the whole way but when we got there it was pretty good. i was actually doing well in it, it's this new outdoor, high-end "la cantera" thing, not like regular malls at all. but then i got worse as we went on. by the end of our shopping mission i was breaking out in hives. for serious. but let me tell you, i went to hollister for the first time. it was crazy. like the craziest place ever. the clothes sucked but i absolutely loved the place. it was all dark and cozy and bugalo-y and they have the best colors of clothes EVER. i'm telling you, these colors were amazing. like premium colors. colors like no other colors you'll find. perfect shades of all colors. ahh. anyway, the mall was aweful other than the colors and atmosphere in hollister but i survived. thus concludes my small rant on malls and being high in them.
P.S. penguines are so cute and beautiful and amazing.
who wants to go to trail of lights or 37th street this week?