Son et Lumiere
Hello, and welcome to what is fast becoming Chris' stoner diary. I got handcuffed and forced to the floor at work today, the recruit who arrested me cuffed me real fucking tight, so I called him a faggot. I'm getting tired of yelling at people, I've been doing it all week. I think I'm going to develop some kind of negative emotional memory where when anyone touches my arm I get subconscious flashbacks of being forced to the ground and calling a cop a faggot.
Man I wish my girl were here, she's so cool....
Hahaha, that Donald Rumsfeld and his antics. Oh, for all the uncultured philistines who didn't understand my last entry haven't seen Monkey Mofo. Watch it now, then beg for forgiveness for not having already seen it. No more Every Time I Die tonight, I need some easy listening. Hmmm. How about Alison Krauss & Sting? Man this song is so good. Have you ever nearly actually come from listening to music? It almost happens to me from various songs. Earlier I tried bitching to my brother about the quality of the cafeteria food at work and he wasn't listening.
Ok, I'll quit while I'm ahead lest this entry degenerate to complete incoherence.
Later