wacky
4/20 2008 is over. i didnt leave the house at all.
my life is getting increasingly dorky and simple. i stayed up til 6 this morning doing what? not drinking, not making love, not getting high, not making music, but reading harry potter 7: the deathly hallows. when i finished the book i cried. then i couldnt get to sleep. "what am i going to do tomorrow?" i thought. so finally, i slept. for 10 hours.
i mostly did what the cats do today, walking around in circles, eating, farting, licking myself. i wonder how much dust i enhaled during the day, in ounces. i made a couple loops. whoopie. its like farting in a microphone. why cant i stop talking about farting? i guess its cause its the only exciting thing i could pull off today, or the fact that my gas smells like something dead. its nauseating, and having heartburn at the same time makes me want to die. god damn avocados, why are you so tasty?
last night i presented the whole "marijuana is more than drug, its a relevant aspect of our northern californian culture" idea to brooke. she was not pleased to hear me rattling on about how weed is great and what a big deal it was for me for the past 4 years or so. i just wanted her to get the picture that im feeling like this whole "youve changed man, you used to be cool" thing. i mean, i can be cool without drugs, duh, but at one point it was more to me than just getting high. it was like a tiny stupid freedom fight. the only thing left that tied me to some counter-culture besides having a septum ring.
"youre such a stoner man"
"no actually i havnt smoked in a couple months"
"ya right man, look at your nose rings, and your bottle of sriracha, and you dont have any shoes on!"
i just wanted one little taste today, in a traditional manner. it wouldve been fun to hang out with my friends, roll a joint, eat a burrito, play mario kart and jam out for a while. maybe it wouldnt have been, the longer i dont the more anxiety producing it is to have a head change.
but im an addict, and mostly that means i should stay away from my bad habit. i shouldve been out looking for another job today. but, im a little less worried, having been given a full schedule this week, things are looking up at the hotel.
brooke was supposed to be here an hour ago, but she went the wrong way on the freeway and made it all the way to yuba. shes so funny, for some reason her driving ineptitude endears her to me. little things man, like her nagging game with the toothbrushing, or the piles she makes on the floor. theyd make a lamer man insane. i love her, shes such a capricorn.
i have cabin fever, and i fall asleep now ill have only been awake for about 9 hours. happy 4/21.
my life is getting increasingly dorky and simple. i stayed up til 6 this morning doing what? not drinking, not making love, not getting high, not making music, but reading harry potter 7: the deathly hallows. when i finished the book i cried. then i couldnt get to sleep. "what am i going to do tomorrow?" i thought. so finally, i slept. for 10 hours.
i mostly did what the cats do today, walking around in circles, eating, farting, licking myself. i wonder how much dust i enhaled during the day, in ounces. i made a couple loops. whoopie. its like farting in a microphone. why cant i stop talking about farting? i guess its cause its the only exciting thing i could pull off today, or the fact that my gas smells like something dead. its nauseating, and having heartburn at the same time makes me want to die. god damn avocados, why are you so tasty?
last night i presented the whole "marijuana is more than drug, its a relevant aspect of our northern californian culture" idea to brooke. she was not pleased to hear me rattling on about how weed is great and what a big deal it was for me for the past 4 years or so. i just wanted her to get the picture that im feeling like this whole "youve changed man, you used to be cool" thing. i mean, i can be cool without drugs, duh, but at one point it was more to me than just getting high. it was like a tiny stupid freedom fight. the only thing left that tied me to some counter-culture besides having a septum ring.
"youre such a stoner man"
"no actually i havnt smoked in a couple months"
"ya right man, look at your nose rings, and your bottle of sriracha, and you dont have any shoes on!"
i just wanted one little taste today, in a traditional manner. it wouldve been fun to hang out with my friends, roll a joint, eat a burrito, play mario kart and jam out for a while. maybe it wouldnt have been, the longer i dont the more anxiety producing it is to have a head change.
but im an addict, and mostly that means i should stay away from my bad habit. i shouldve been out looking for another job today. but, im a little less worried, having been given a full schedule this week, things are looking up at the hotel.
brooke was supposed to be here an hour ago, but she went the wrong way on the freeway and made it all the way to yuba. shes so funny, for some reason her driving ineptitude endears her to me. little things man, like her nagging game with the toothbrushing, or the piles she makes on the floor. theyd make a lamer man insane. i love her, shes such a capricorn.
i have cabin fever, and i fall asleep now ill have only been awake for about 9 hours. happy 4/21.