i don't like the drugs, but the drugs like me
after many months of agony, phone calls, and constant harassment, i've been reunited with my discman. It's been in someone else's possession since last may. I'm fuckin' stoked.
Of course, I forgot it at home today, but still - the fact of the matter is i can lay my mitts on it whenever I'd like.
*drool*
Also, picked up a couple of new cds:
Nine Inch Nails - The Downward Spiral (I've had a burnt copy of it for eons, but I don't mind shellin out for the real thing. Give Trent his twenty five cents, and such)
Metallica - Master of Puppets (I don't know why I spent so long not having this cd)
Clutch - Transnational Speedway: Anthems, Anecdotes, and Undeniable Truths (Not as stellar as I hoped it to be, but it does have Binge and Purge on it, which I advise everyone listen to)
I ran into a whole string of people I know yesterday - the sun brings us all out. Foreshadowing of the gongshow that summer is going to be. Most notable was Kathleen, who has only gotten more beautiful since last I saw her.
so the amount of dope i've been smoking has steadily increased tenfold (again)
it seems it's impossible to stick to once a week/ twice a week/once every other week without it slowwwwly excellerating to 'blazed every day'.
Shit, some famous rapper was once asked if he really smoked as much marijuana as his music said.
His response, as I recall, was "if you smoke as much as I do, you're high pretty much every day"
wow. he must be one cool cat.
my marks have started suffering as a result - i mean, there's other factors, like work making me angsty, and girls causin trouble, and occasional black fits of appropriately gothic anguish, but the brain-compressing power of the tetra-hydro-cannibinol surely is contributing more than it's fair share.
I'm maintaining a seventysomething average - which is pretty good, but i was running at a 91 for the first quarter.
Shiiit. It's not too late to undrop the ball, right?
Finch called me at a crazy hour the other night, revvin on the stuff he's been doing. Asked me if I would be down on going for a bikeride (omghowthefuckdidiforgettomentionthatiBOUGHTABIKE) to a NA meeting sometime soon. I think that would be pretty badass.
Totem cut my pay a dollar an hour because i'm working less, which officially makes them the lamest lame to ever lame a lame lame. i'm angling for a supervisor position at Millenium; i told them if they give it to me i'll drop totem like they're a cheerleader who's stopped putting out.
I've been told from time to time that I'm crude. Hrm.
Either way, class, and digression
auf wiederlesen,
ryjinnnnnnn
Of course, I forgot it at home today, but still - the fact of the matter is i can lay my mitts on it whenever I'd like.
*drool*
Also, picked up a couple of new cds:
Nine Inch Nails - The Downward Spiral (I've had a burnt copy of it for eons, but I don't mind shellin out for the real thing. Give Trent his twenty five cents, and such)
Metallica - Master of Puppets (I don't know why I spent so long not having this cd)
Clutch - Transnational Speedway: Anthems, Anecdotes, and Undeniable Truths (Not as stellar as I hoped it to be, but it does have Binge and Purge on it, which I advise everyone listen to)
I ran into a whole string of people I know yesterday - the sun brings us all out. Foreshadowing of the gongshow that summer is going to be. Most notable was Kathleen, who has only gotten more beautiful since last I saw her.
so the amount of dope i've been smoking has steadily increased tenfold (again)
it seems it's impossible to stick to once a week/ twice a week/once every other week without it slowwwwly excellerating to 'blazed every day'.
Shit, some famous rapper was once asked if he really smoked as much marijuana as his music said.
His response, as I recall, was "if you smoke as much as I do, you're high pretty much every day"
wow. he must be one cool cat.
my marks have started suffering as a result - i mean, there's other factors, like work making me angsty, and girls causin trouble, and occasional black fits of appropriately gothic anguish, but the brain-compressing power of the tetra-hydro-cannibinol surely is contributing more than it's fair share.
I'm maintaining a seventysomething average - which is pretty good, but i was running at a 91 for the first quarter.
Shiiit. It's not too late to undrop the ball, right?
Finch called me at a crazy hour the other night, revvin on the stuff he's been doing. Asked me if I would be down on going for a bikeride (omghowthefuckdidiforgettomentionthatiBOUGHTABIKE) to a NA meeting sometime soon. I think that would be pretty badass.
Totem cut my pay a dollar an hour because i'm working less, which officially makes them the lamest lame to ever lame a lame lame. i'm angling for a supervisor position at Millenium; i told them if they give it to me i'll drop totem like they're a cheerleader who's stopped putting out.
I've been told from time to time that I'm crude. Hrm.
Either way, class, and digression
auf wiederlesen,
ryjinnnnnnn