~Positive~
I knew today was going to be a good day as soon as I woke up. For a start, mother hadn't cut my nose off this morning, which is always a good thing. Maybe she didn't cut it off out of respect that I only just got it back last night after four days of olfactory hell.
I spent last night freezing my balls off in the centre of Carrick. Usual hangouts for the night, Ownie's, where I found out they serve absinthe (The world is a beautiful place again), the ledge at the Marina clock (First favourite place to sleep in Carrick centre and a prime place to watch fights, nearness to a Chinese is also beneficial to my erratic sleeping and eating pattern as of late) and the graveyard behind KragTrax, on the masoleum of course. Aaron, remember the masoleum? Of course you do, how could you forget. God damned that place made me cold, first time in bloody ages.
Last night was the first night in months where I've actually respected my bed for it's warmth and comfort. Yes, I was that cold. Still cold today, something aint right. Last night was also the first night in four months that my parents have laid a rule down, it was a coming home time rule, which was far later than I would have been coming in anyway, but that's not the point, the point is they laid a rule down. Mother's getting anxious about what I'm doing with my life.
Apparently being a professional stoner is not a viable option for a thirty year old. Damn, my life just got turned upside down. Then again, I shouldn't really listen to my mother, she cut my nose off on Saturday morning. Well, thankfully it wasn't my nose as Rhea had switched it with the spare nose she keeps in those magical pockets of hers. I swear, one day I'll find the world in those pockets.
We're trying to arrange parties on so many fronts, it's scary. We're trying to get Colleen to have another party, Gord knows if it'll go ahead or not, and we're trying to get a party either at mine or my rents place this weekend for Meggan's birthday, I just as equally don't know if that's gonna go ahead. We'll get something sorted anyways, at some point, because we luv our wee Ginger Megsy.
I'm listening to Serafin, that's something I haven't done in a while. I'm not used to this music now, I've been listening to such strange talent lately. Speaking of talent, or lack thereof, the Talent show, I'm probably gonna be doing my normal and not turning up, just gonna grab a few people and sit in a classroom somewhere. Or sit in the bushes and smoke our wee lungs out. For one day only I'm willing to break the "School = No Blow" rule and have a few wee joints. Who knows.
This is turning into a long entry, which is fucking weird, I haven't writted properly in ages. Damn this whole library thing, it sucks ass. Sixth Form Centre is so much better, but I'll go where the fun is.
Tomorow's a month for me and Rhea. Things are going well, I hope, she's just quite hard to read, which I like, keeps me walking on eggshells. When I get comfortable I fuck up, simple as. Stay nervous, have fun, don't be a bitch.
"One is the Number, Two is the One."
"I like an arse you can park your bike in and rest your pint on."
"I cut your nose off, we're leaving in ten minutes."
"That girl has more ABC's than letters in her name. No wait, STDs!"
I spent last night freezing my balls off in the centre of Carrick. Usual hangouts for the night, Ownie's, where I found out they serve absinthe (The world is a beautiful place again), the ledge at the Marina clock (First favourite place to sleep in Carrick centre and a prime place to watch fights, nearness to a Chinese is also beneficial to my erratic sleeping and eating pattern as of late) and the graveyard behind KragTrax, on the masoleum of course. Aaron, remember the masoleum? Of course you do, how could you forget. God damned that place made me cold, first time in bloody ages.
Last night was the first night in months where I've actually respected my bed for it's warmth and comfort. Yes, I was that cold. Still cold today, something aint right. Last night was also the first night in four months that my parents have laid a rule down, it was a coming home time rule, which was far later than I would have been coming in anyway, but that's not the point, the point is they laid a rule down. Mother's getting anxious about what I'm doing with my life.
Apparently being a professional stoner is not a viable option for a thirty year old. Damn, my life just got turned upside down. Then again, I shouldn't really listen to my mother, she cut my nose off on Saturday morning. Well, thankfully it wasn't my nose as Rhea had switched it with the spare nose she keeps in those magical pockets of hers. I swear, one day I'll find the world in those pockets.
We're trying to arrange parties on so many fronts, it's scary. We're trying to get Colleen to have another party, Gord knows if it'll go ahead or not, and we're trying to get a party either at mine or my rents place this weekend for Meggan's birthday, I just as equally don't know if that's gonna go ahead. We'll get something sorted anyways, at some point, because we luv our wee Ginger Megsy.
I'm listening to Serafin, that's something I haven't done in a while. I'm not used to this music now, I've been listening to such strange talent lately. Speaking of talent, or lack thereof, the Talent show, I'm probably gonna be doing my normal and not turning up, just gonna grab a few people and sit in a classroom somewhere. Or sit in the bushes and smoke our wee lungs out. For one day only I'm willing to break the "School = No Blow" rule and have a few wee joints. Who knows.
This is turning into a long entry, which is fucking weird, I haven't writted properly in ages. Damn this whole library thing, it sucks ass. Sixth Form Centre is so much better, but I'll go where the fun is.
Tomorow's a month for me and Rhea. Things are going well, I hope, she's just quite hard to read, which I like, keeps me walking on eggshells. When I get comfortable I fuck up, simple as. Stay nervous, have fun, don't be a bitch.
"One is the Number, Two is the One."
"I like an arse you can park your bike in and rest your pint on."
"I cut your nose off, we're leaving in ten minutes."
"That girl has more ABC's than letters in her name. No wait, STDs!"