can I get a line, man?
I always hate posting the first entry on a brand new journal. They feel like they always have to be so monumental and substantial and.. OH HEY IS THAT A SKUNK CAR?
(Kristin will get it.)
I've been having a lot of weird dreams this week. Mainly about snorting coke and getting laid like a porn star. *sigh* I need to get out more. I had this one recently (I want to say... last night?) where I was someone fairly significant and we were all snorting coke and hiding it and it was a big fun game, and the house I was in was sort of clunky and run-down, like a ghetto house haha. Fit for hiding coke in small tin coffee cans. I then had to go to this girl's house. I think I flew there actually, with the aid of am umbrella or something fucking ridiculous like that, and we were all dark and being secretive. Now, remember I was of importance (LOL), and apparently she wanted me to come take a look at her drugs to see if I wanted to sell them. I don't remember what it was she was SUPPOSED to be growing, but it was fucking.. sunflowers. ... They were sunflowers. LOL I think I laughed to myself in the dream and just.. played along. It was like one of those moments where you're dreaming but you know you're awake, and my situation was complete hilarious bullshit, and I laughed. Anyways, the whole house was pretty much yellow. I don't think I've ever seen so much fucking yellow, it was great. She was trying to impress me, and I was being a big fucking hotshot. I loved myself in that dream, I wish I could be like that. haha. Bigshot drug dealer, that's me. I saw some smokes in a tin, and being the crook I am, I tried to steal some inconspicuously, while she was right in front of me talking about the fucking sunflower drugs. .. I think the dream ended there.
That's not even a weird dream for me. That's a relatively normal one. .. I wish I could open my mind and give it up for scientific research. They'd cute cancer. Hahaha.
Anyways.
So my significant other situation still isn't looking up. Boo boys. Boo people. Boo society LAWL speaking of society; I was at Kristin's watching some good ol' Intervention (I laugh at the end when the person relapses and ends up in jail and the whole show is for nothing. ..Does that make me a bad person?) Kevin comes down the stairs talking about how he loves people and society as a whole, and then weddings.. Taking a mental note, I need to shit kick that kid until he talks blood. We then watched Jackass and my mom called being all anal about getting home before 9. I proceeded to stay until 10 or so.
Ugh sunday. Last night was saturday. Therefore, we sought out to have fun. ..That was a bunk, bunk night. Sherwood park is so dry, we couldn't find ANYTHING. Ended up getting some guys to boot for us, I got half-assed drunk and then everything went in the shitter (poor Dan, I heart you), and I believe I cried myself to sleep and didn't get up the next morning. I always do that; sleep off a shitty night. Last night was also when I found out the guy I had 'kind of' been seeing thought I was clingy. .. I know I'm clingy. Poor guy couldn't handle it. That's okay, he's deep into all kinds of hard drugs and isn't really your typical good guy, so it's really for the best. Being led on and not getting called back is never fun though.
.. I'm going to go rail a line of schnay now and go pass out in my own vomit. Maybe I'll go out for a cigarette first. Thanks for reading.
Auz out.
(Kristin will get it.)
I've been having a lot of weird dreams this week. Mainly about snorting coke and getting laid like a porn star. *sigh* I need to get out more. I had this one recently (I want to say... last night?) where I was someone fairly significant and we were all snorting coke and hiding it and it was a big fun game, and the house I was in was sort of clunky and run-down, like a ghetto house haha. Fit for hiding coke in small tin coffee cans. I then had to go to this girl's house. I think I flew there actually, with the aid of am umbrella or something fucking ridiculous like that, and we were all dark and being secretive. Now, remember I was of importance (LOL), and apparently she wanted me to come take a look at her drugs to see if I wanted to sell them. I don't remember what it was she was SUPPOSED to be growing, but it was fucking.. sunflowers. ... They were sunflowers. LOL I think I laughed to myself in the dream and just.. played along. It was like one of those moments where you're dreaming but you know you're awake, and my situation was complete hilarious bullshit, and I laughed. Anyways, the whole house was pretty much yellow. I don't think I've ever seen so much fucking yellow, it was great. She was trying to impress me, and I was being a big fucking hotshot. I loved myself in that dream, I wish I could be like that. haha. Bigshot drug dealer, that's me. I saw some smokes in a tin, and being the crook I am, I tried to steal some inconspicuously, while she was right in front of me talking about the fucking sunflower drugs. .. I think the dream ended there.
That's not even a weird dream for me. That's a relatively normal one. .. I wish I could open my mind and give it up for scientific research. They'd cute cancer. Hahaha.
Anyways.
So my significant other situation still isn't looking up. Boo boys. Boo people. Boo society LAWL speaking of society; I was at Kristin's watching some good ol' Intervention (I laugh at the end when the person relapses and ends up in jail and the whole show is for nothing. ..Does that make me a bad person?) Kevin comes down the stairs talking about how he loves people and society as a whole, and then weddings.. Taking a mental note, I need to shit kick that kid until he talks blood. We then watched Jackass and my mom called being all anal about getting home before 9. I proceeded to stay until 10 or so.
Ugh sunday. Last night was saturday. Therefore, we sought out to have fun. ..That was a bunk, bunk night. Sherwood park is so dry, we couldn't find ANYTHING. Ended up getting some guys to boot for us, I got half-assed drunk and then everything went in the shitter (poor Dan, I heart you), and I believe I cried myself to sleep and didn't get up the next morning. I always do that; sleep off a shitty night. Last night was also when I found out the guy I had 'kind of' been seeing thought I was clingy. .. I know I'm clingy. Poor guy couldn't handle it. That's okay, he's deep into all kinds of hard drugs and isn't really your typical good guy, so it's really for the best. Being led on and not getting called back is never fun though.
.. I'm going to go rail a line of schnay now and go pass out in my own vomit. Maybe I'll go out for a cigarette first. Thanks for reading.
Auz out.