last dance with mary jane
i want my dreadlocks to go down to my ankles just like the lady at bread & circus. and in the meantime, i've continued the progress becca made at conquering the single, massive dreadlock that was slowly eating all the others and eventually my entire head. i never knew dreads were so goddamn fun!
anywho, i'm going to france tomorrow aahh!!! i haven't so much as set foot in an airport in about 3 years, and i've only ever been on 2 in my life, and since canada so does not count as another country, i haven't even left the country in 3 years, either. holy flying fuck, i can't fucking wait. i have a bunch of people's addresses and shit, so i'll be sending out lots and lots of drunken postcards (in envelopes). gaah i'm gonna miss so many people so much. why the fuck is it only like the fucking week before i go that i start realizing how fucking incredible everyone is. well, not everyone. but still. and most of all, i'm gonna miss my cat, cinderella. maybe this is what it's like to have kids. because i love my cat more than any human on this planet, and i would (and have) sacrifice anything for her to be happy. i hate, and don't even have a real family, except cinderella. even when i want to fucking kill myself, when she comes meowing over to me and jumps up on my bed and acts like the huge, dumb, obese little animal she is, i just get overflowed with love and joy and all that shit. fucking a, i love her so much. i could cry right now just at the thought of not seeing her for 5 weeks. i don't know how i'm gonna survive cityterm, not seeing her for 5 months. i can't stand the thought of her not being immortal. but until the time comes, i'm going to continue believing she'll live forever. god i fucking love my cat.
anyway. dealing with a lot of complicated shit i've never really had to consciously admit and realize before. mostly family shit. it's always worse than it looks, and it looks pretty fuckin bad.
i wrote that all like 2 hours ago. i'm really high now, cause i had like almost a gram left to finish off before tomorrow, and my plans tonight don't involve smoking, and it's not enough to sell, and i didn't wanna throw it out...so yeah. god, marijuana, i'm gonna miss you so fucking much. sigh. i don't have a problem with weed (or not much of one, at least)- i don't use it to escape anything or some shit like that. i just legitmately fuckin love being stoned.
seeing pedro the lion tonight with eric at the middle east...very pumped.
i gotta go finish the bowl.
probably my last entry before i leave for france, so...uh, bye.
peace,
meggie
anywho, i'm going to france tomorrow aahh!!! i haven't so much as set foot in an airport in about 3 years, and i've only ever been on 2 in my life, and since canada so does not count as another country, i haven't even left the country in 3 years, either. holy flying fuck, i can't fucking wait. i have a bunch of people's addresses and shit, so i'll be sending out lots and lots of drunken postcards (in envelopes). gaah i'm gonna miss so many people so much. why the fuck is it only like the fucking week before i go that i start realizing how fucking incredible everyone is. well, not everyone. but still. and most of all, i'm gonna miss my cat, cinderella. maybe this is what it's like to have kids. because i love my cat more than any human on this planet, and i would (and have) sacrifice anything for her to be happy. i hate, and don't even have a real family, except cinderella. even when i want to fucking kill myself, when she comes meowing over to me and jumps up on my bed and acts like the huge, dumb, obese little animal she is, i just get overflowed with love and joy and all that shit. fucking a, i love her so much. i could cry right now just at the thought of not seeing her for 5 weeks. i don't know how i'm gonna survive cityterm, not seeing her for 5 months. i can't stand the thought of her not being immortal. but until the time comes, i'm going to continue believing she'll live forever. god i fucking love my cat.
anyway. dealing with a lot of complicated shit i've never really had to consciously admit and realize before. mostly family shit. it's always worse than it looks, and it looks pretty fuckin bad.
i wrote that all like 2 hours ago. i'm really high now, cause i had like almost a gram left to finish off before tomorrow, and my plans tonight don't involve smoking, and it's not enough to sell, and i didn't wanna throw it out...so yeah. god, marijuana, i'm gonna miss you so fucking much. sigh. i don't have a problem with weed (or not much of one, at least)- i don't use it to escape anything or some shit like that. i just legitmately fuckin love being stoned.
seeing pedro the lion tonight with eric at the middle east...very pumped.
i gotta go finish the bowl.
probably my last entry before i leave for france, so...uh, bye.
peace,
meggie