Wanderlust
I'm going to do one of those regular posts where I tell you how my week went instead of my usual angsty one sentence things that make me seem like a bigger tool than I am. Not that this doesn't make me seem like a tool.
This week has been exactly what I needed. I have been busting my hump and dealing with a lot of unpleasant things in my life for the past 4 months. A week of totally solid irresponsibility and sloth and social situations is just what the fucking doctor ordered. List time!
I used the 6 foot bong and got higher than I've ever been in my whole life.
2 very good friends of mine have returned from far away places and they were sorely missed.
I got over my weird adults in social situations phobia.
I got over something else.
I went to the crackinest party ever. This cop came in and tried to break it up but after a minute of yelling and no one caring he just went fuck it its too loud and left AND they played space jam twice.
I'm on a jag of sorts.
Something might have finally come through last night. We'll see.
I learned how spiteful I can be and how much pleasure that can give you.
I wrote 4 pages of a short story about a germaphobic hitman on a delayed flight. It sucks but I did it so I enjoy it.
This week really made me realize how much I like my friends. I know good people.
This week has been exactly what I needed. I have been busting my hump and dealing with a lot of unpleasant things in my life for the past 4 months. A week of totally solid irresponsibility and sloth and social situations is just what the fucking doctor ordered. List time!
I used the 6 foot bong and got higher than I've ever been in my whole life.
2 very good friends of mine have returned from far away places and they were sorely missed.
I got over my weird adults in social situations phobia.
I got over something else.
I went to the crackinest party ever. This cop came in and tried to break it up but after a minute of yelling and no one caring he just went fuck it its too loud and left AND they played space jam twice.
I'm on a jag of sorts.
Something might have finally come through last night. We'll see.
I learned how spiteful I can be and how much pleasure that can give you.
I wrote 4 pages of a short story about a germaphobic hitman on a delayed flight. It sucks but I did it so I enjoy it.
This week really made me realize how much I like my friends. I know good people.