Existence in a nutshell
Let me see if I can remember the last three days.
Thursday night was Anji's party. Smoked a bit, but not a lot happened there. Went to Tim's, broke into the Jim Beam, got a bit drunk. Fell asleep.
Friday morning. Woke up. Got paycheck, ran around paying bills. Ran into crush from five years ago. She's gotten less sane, but she's still a blast to hang out with. Made plans to party that night on the spot. Went to work 5-10. Bought a rat. At 10, met Joe outside work on chance. Stopped by tattoo parlor, got a very reasonable pricepoint worked out. Made appointment for saturday. Hauled Joe to Tim's, where many more people then I had anticipated were present. Bought beer. Drank a lot. Smoked a lot. Spent the night seeing in three. Got a massage from a pretty lady, and was even able to remain polite when I had to manage to stand up and exit in a dignified manner before I was undignified down the front of my shirt. Passed out around 2:30.
Woke up saturday morning about 8:30. Hung around for three hours while everyone woke up and left. Bought rat supplies. Caught a two hour nap, then smuggled rat into my no-pets apartment. Bought stem for Mikey, and one for myself. Babysat sister for a few hours. Bought from my dealer, went with Tim, Sasha, and Ashley to the tattoo parlor. Was told to return in an hour. Went to Tim's. Smoked, pounded down some oxy in anticipation of tattoo. Got inked (Finally). Walked three miles in the company of good friends, buzzed on pills and pain. Got to Anji's. Smoked more. Started drinking. Smoked more. Drank more. Old crush decided to tease, which I tolerated for a bit before turning the tables and making a spectacle of her in the main room without my hand leaving her lower back. Was informed I was one of three people who had ever accomplished that, and the only male. Ego swelled. Drank more. Smoked more. Ended up laying on the floor in the dark in a dingy basement, vaugely aware that Ace Ventura was on TV. Burned the last smoke on 4:20. Hiked three miles home. Forced myself to remain awake until 9, so I could call work and be sure I wasn't due in.
All in all, I spent about sixty hours involved in partying, going to parties, or preparing for parties, and came out the other end barely coherant and with a tattoo. Living the dream, woo!
Sasha wants me to plan her 21st. I've been given a $200 budget to this end. Apparently she wants something called 'Deathbane', which is a potion containing moonshine, three kinds of extremely hard A, and fruit. I'm also getting paid again the day before this party. It may end up being yet more epic.
I feel revitalized. This is what I live for.
Thursday night was Anji's party. Smoked a bit, but not a lot happened there. Went to Tim's, broke into the Jim Beam, got a bit drunk. Fell asleep.
Friday morning. Woke up. Got paycheck, ran around paying bills. Ran into crush from five years ago. She's gotten less sane, but she's still a blast to hang out with. Made plans to party that night on the spot. Went to work 5-10. Bought a rat. At 10, met Joe outside work on chance. Stopped by tattoo parlor, got a very reasonable pricepoint worked out. Made appointment for saturday. Hauled Joe to Tim's, where many more people then I had anticipated were present. Bought beer. Drank a lot. Smoked a lot. Spent the night seeing in three. Got a massage from a pretty lady, and was even able to remain polite when I had to manage to stand up and exit in a dignified manner before I was undignified down the front of my shirt. Passed out around 2:30.
Woke up saturday morning about 8:30. Hung around for three hours while everyone woke up and left. Bought rat supplies. Caught a two hour nap, then smuggled rat into my no-pets apartment. Bought stem for Mikey, and one for myself. Babysat sister for a few hours. Bought from my dealer, went with Tim, Sasha, and Ashley to the tattoo parlor. Was told to return in an hour. Went to Tim's. Smoked, pounded down some oxy in anticipation of tattoo. Got inked (Finally). Walked three miles in the company of good friends, buzzed on pills and pain. Got to Anji's. Smoked more. Started drinking. Smoked more. Drank more. Old crush decided to tease, which I tolerated for a bit before turning the tables and making a spectacle of her in the main room without my hand leaving her lower back. Was informed I was one of three people who had ever accomplished that, and the only male. Ego swelled. Drank more. Smoked more. Ended up laying on the floor in the dark in a dingy basement, vaugely aware that Ace Ventura was on TV. Burned the last smoke on 4:20. Hiked three miles home. Forced myself to remain awake until 9, so I could call work and be sure I wasn't due in.
All in all, I spent about sixty hours involved in partying, going to parties, or preparing for parties, and came out the other end barely coherant and with a tattoo. Living the dream, woo!
Sasha wants me to plan her 21st. I've been given a $200 budget to this end. Apparently she wants something called 'Deathbane', which is a potion containing moonshine, three kinds of extremely hard A, and fruit. I'm also getting paid again the day before this party. It may end up being yet more epic.
I feel revitalized. This is what I live for.