Jan 12, 2007 17:27
After last nights failed debauchary mishap (Seriousely need to rethink my decisions that I know are bad from the get-go), its no shock that I had yet another round of messed up dreams. This time it was pulling over to raid a cemetary of its morel mushrooms, and boy did I find a ton!
Jim the antqiue dealer, fell down and broke his leg. Went and visited with him and his partner for awhile-and you know what-it was a fucking kick ass time. Then ran out to GW (which I have been avoding) and picked up the book "A hundred years of solitude", which the spanish check-out lady said was a good read. Also scored a bunch of stuff to make shrines with- which kicked ass. However I'm almost out of liquid nails, and I didn't pick any more up, and i am sure the hell not going out again in this cold weather.
There is something "brewing" that I am not letting on quite yet about. Don't bother asking. Cause I won't tell ya, but I'm trying to watch my $$$ output more closely than I usually do, which means, no more thrift whoreing around. Regular whoring is o.k., thrifting is not.
Yeah, and the not-smoking thing, isn't going to hot. I've been breaking my rules. OOPS. However my tobacco consumption has DECREASED bucketloads, which is a start...
But its the start of the weekend, and because its witch-titty cold outside, nothing to do but stay indoors and get some housework done. GO me.