Last night I dreamed about a drug called libertine. It was a rust colored powder that you took by rubbing into your gums. I was watching someone else* use it and was remembering my own experiences, especially how disappointed I'd been when I'd learned I couldn't manufacture it myself ( Read more... )

I've been depressed for awhile now. I even made (and went to) two therapy appointments; they were of no help whatsoever ( Read more... )

In the future, if you're trying to catch someone sober for the immoral purposes, smoking a joint with them is actually a step backwards. At least when he was drunk one of you was sober.

The OEC thing was definitely a good idea. Definitely ( Read more... )

Tonight was smooth. That's the only way I can describe it ( Read more... )

Lately it's been even easier to see than usual that I am surrounded by good people. (This includes you. There's a reason you're in small number.) Everyone I'm choosing to spend time with is well worth it ( Read more... )

Halibut rocks. Getting sent home from work to fetch a joint rocks even harder.

Oh good, another movie about "alternative" sports culture. Really now, I certainly haven't seen enough about how easy it is to go big and get sponsored -- not to mention find a waifish soul mate (who can ride but certainly can't keep up with the guys) or some such. Because that's really what it's all about ( Read more... )