i'm just not a drinker anymore.
i've lost my pug again. i feel terrible. kelsey's moved out and i don't really know where to go from where i am. i hate my job, and i can't even drink 2 beers without feeling sick.
that's enough of my bitch fest. i'm reading memoirs of a geisha, and as cheesy as it is, it's inspiring. i almost feel bad about being so pissy about my life when the character's life in the book was much worse, even though it's a different time and country. i think i just like reading about the discoveries she makes about her surroundings and all of the comparisons they make to the elements.
i've slowed down with the pot smoking. it's nice. but now it really feels like i'm doing nothing. i mean, i don't do anything when i'm stoned, but since i'm stoned everything feels like an adventure. even the long walk to the kitchen. i do feel like my feet are back on the ground though, which is nice. the only problem is, they don't go anywhere. this summer seems to be starting slow.
i need to go back to vancouver. i want to smell the ocean and not worry for even an hour. just sit, and eat sushi.
death.
that's enough of my bitch fest. i'm reading memoirs of a geisha, and as cheesy as it is, it's inspiring. i almost feel bad about being so pissy about my life when the character's life in the book was much worse, even though it's a different time and country. i think i just like reading about the discoveries she makes about her surroundings and all of the comparisons they make to the elements.
i've slowed down with the pot smoking. it's nice. but now it really feels like i'm doing nothing. i mean, i don't do anything when i'm stoned, but since i'm stoned everything feels like an adventure. even the long walk to the kitchen. i do feel like my feet are back on the ground though, which is nice. the only problem is, they don't go anywhere. this summer seems to be starting slow.
i need to go back to vancouver. i want to smell the ocean and not worry for even an hour. just sit, and eat sushi.
death.