Starting Again

[travelinvoice]

I've fallen out of writing. A new friend of mine has kind of inspired me to start again. I don't really know where to begin. Poetry, or entries. So, I just do the infamous rant/rave. These past few years have been so interesting. I've lost so many friends, gained some, regained some. I've had over $3,000 stolen from me in total. I've been evicted, I've lived in a co-op, I was a car salesman. I've been in and out of the gay seen like it's my job. I've had 2 boyfriends, I've become sobre and celebate. I'm now living in my 4th place. I'm going to the school I came out here to be in. Finishing my 2nd year in 2 weeks. My mom is coming out here next week. It's 4/20 a holiday that I used to celebrate and get really excited about. For my friends, I'm excited for them because they all seem to be stoked to smoke some nice joints, blunts and spliffs, with some brownies and hubbly bubblies hehe. But I'm excited to not smoke on this holiday. It's perfectly beautifully ironic. This was a myspace message to a closely knit group of friends I'm fortunate enough to be a part of:
19 Apr 2007, 09:22 PM
Subject Im serious about this 4/20 party you better fucking come
Body: So I assume you will be there
please
please
please
uhhhhh perhaps the title of this party should be
"blunts and 40's or sumthin"
so bring some ganj and your finest bottle
start time is 8
since everyone always has to leave at like 12ish cause of the train which is lame and even that only gives us 4 hours
but yeah come when you can
oh and come earlier if you have no plans and wanna smoke/help bake some treats?
Brandon gets out of class at 330 so go home with him
or
just come (I really like guests)
if you don't have ganj or a 40 that is fine obvvvvvvv
THis is my sister she is the shit, we should all go over but BRING YOUR OWN DRUGS PEOPLE this isnt a soup kitchen

I won't be there tonight. Instead, I'll be on my pillow closing my eyes and attempting again to leave my physical body and get really high. :-)