Holy shit. What in the actual fuck is happening to my life?

One of these days I'm going to have to stop hurting myself. Otherwise, I'll never make it out of here alive.

Someday I want to be on some hallucinogen and locked in a room with an aardvark to do a study on chaos theory.

Off to New Hampshire for great adventure and deeds of derring-do.

A bandana for bananas or bananas on a bandana?

If you get high with a friends parents, time travel is a perilous place to let conversation drift to...

I got paid $100 to play pokemon yesterday. Why are Thursdays always so odd?

That awkward moment when you wind up high from smoking rolling tobacco from a resin laden pipe at two in the morning.

So there I am shoveling a couple yards of dirt before I have to go to work, and I realize I've spent most of the night swearing at a stupid lesbian. Again.

The world needs more weaponized hallucinogens.