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i also need some socks. pants and shirts and whatnot i got plenty of. I'd love to get me a nice suit...for what i have no idea. but i'd still like to get one. I don't really have anything else to fashion parade with.
muss es sein? es muss sein!
Greatest desktop wallpaper ever? You be the judge!!
muss es sein? es muss sein!
I've been off work all week all poorly sick :(
Well, I went in tuesday which didn't do me any favours. That was before I went to the doctor who said I had gastroenteritis. Yeah I'm just looking for some sympathy. I am feeling a bit better today. But sympathy can still be given. Thanks in advance.
I'm OODALS cuter than any hedgehog!!
Although, when I was really little my hair kinda looked like that. All photos taken of me between the ages of 0-3 look like someone electrocuted me.
pix plz!
and thanks guys, hopefully I'm on the mend now. ugh I have watched more daytime tv in the last few days than in a lifetime.
Of course you are Jessica. I was just kidding.
When I work midnights, I sometimes stay up until noon or so and get into watch daytime TV. It's bad but I often can't get enough. That being said, I'm going to take a nap. Anyone wanna come cuddle with me?
My PA is that work sucks, and life generally is comprised mostly of suckage, and this town sucks worse than most towns (ask Adelaide) and that all of this suckage is, or, well, I don't know where I'm going with this. I have 1400 dollars in the bank.
I got my dad all the way to the dialisis center today before I realized we took the wheelchair out of the car yesterday and didnt put it back. So I had to come home, load it up and drive all the way back there to give it to him. the only thing keeping me from getting pissed at this is that it's friday and i don't have to worry about taking him up there again till monday.
muss es sein? es muss sein!
I got quite seriously attacked by a hamster in a garden centre once. I was petting them like it told me not to when one bit my finger, its teeth went through my nail and it wouldn't let go, I was shaking my hand violently and slamming it against the side of the cage but it just wouldn't let go! Eventually it let off and there was enough blood to make it look all gory and shocking and some garden centre spaz came up and said, "Oi don't put your hand in there," and reprimanded me while I bled all over my t-shirt!
I just didn't know hamsters had it in them but they can be all psychotic, I haven't seen them the same way since...
Did you give up the chron forever or just temporarily?
I gave up the chron for January and only January, but I think it's ridiculous that I got high every day for three years so I think it's best I stay sober for three years, or something. Thing is, the only reason I won't smoke a joint right now (there is ALWAYS weed in the house, and in abundance) is because I haven't smoked weed in almost two months. This means that if I smoke, there will, in the future, be no reason not to smoke, and as life is quite boring and often filled with pain, it seems likely that one joint will lead to a multitude of joints, which I know leads to a mindset which makes me capable of things I'm normally not capable of because of extreme happiness, which floods my mind pon the first puff of chron, but it is a false happiness, a masturbatory happiness, which in turn is just a trap that leaves me lifeless and surrounded by people in a similar state and all conversation turns to awkwardness and then they want to watch a movie, which I can't do because my attention span has dwindled like a--you know, we actually had a problem with having enough papers. They come in packs of a hundred. My brother and cousin would say, "Don't waste them!" when I discarded one for being flawed. Roll with a bent edge, they'd say. Because sooner or later we would be out of papers again and we would have to hit the pipe, which hadn't been cleaned in months, which may have compiled to actually create a year. ..
Did you give up the chron forever or just temporarily?
I gave up the chron for January and only January, but I think it's ridiculous that I got high every day for three years so I think it's best I stay sober for three years, or something. Thing is, the only reason I won't smoke a joint right now (there is ALWAYS weed in the house, and in abundance) is because I haven't smoked weed in almost two months. This means that if I smoke, there will, in the future, be no reason not to smoke, and as life is quite boring and often filled with pain, it seems likely that one joint will lead to a multitude of joints, which I know leads to a mindset which makes me capable of things I'm normally not capable of because of extreme happiness, which floods my mind pon the first puff of chron, but it is a false happiness, a masturbatory happiness, which in turn is just a trap that leaves me lifeless and surrounded by people in a similar state and all conversation turns to awkwardness and then they want to watch a movie, which I can't do because my attention span has dwindled like a--you know, we actually had a problem with having enough papers. They come in packs of a hundred. My brother and cousin would say, "Don't waste them!" when I discarded one for being flawed. Roll with a bent edge, they'd say. Because sooner or later we would be out of papers again and we would have to hit the pipe, which hadn't been cleaned in months, which may have compiled to actually create a year. ..
Well, I commend your self control. That stuff always made (er, makes) me feel very enlightened, but I'm sure it's a false sense of intellectual euphoria. I talk alot anyway, but chron turns me into a soliloquising, Wiki-reading fool.
Did you give up the chron forever or just temporarily?
I gave up the chron for January and only January, but I think it's ridiculous that I got high every day for three years so I think it's best I stay sober for three years, or something. Thing is, the only reason I won't smoke a joint right now (there is ALWAYS weed in the house, and in abundance) is because I haven't smoked weed in almost two months. This means that if I smoke, there will, in the future, be no reason not to smoke, and as life is quite boring and often filled with pain, it seems likely that one joint will lead to a multitude of joints, which I know leads to a mindset which makes me capable of things I'm normally not capable of because of extreme happiness, which floods my mind pon the first puff of chron, but it is a false happiness, a masturbatory happiness, which in turn is just a trap that leaves me lifeless and surrounded by people in a similar state and all conversation turns to awkwardness and then they want to watch a movie, which I can't do because my attention span has dwindled like a--you know, we actually had a problem with having enough papers. They come in packs of a hundred. My brother and cousin would say, "Don't waste them!" when I discarded one for being flawed. Roll with a bent edge, they'd say. Because sooner or later we would be out of papers again and we would have to hit the pipe, which hadn't been cleaned in months, which may have compiled to actually create a year. ..
Well, I commend your self control. That stuff always made (er, makes) me feel very enlightened, but I'm sure it's a false sense of intellectual euphoria. I talk alot anyway, but chron turns me into a soliloquising, Wiki-reading fool.
Joe Rogan (Ha!) believes that weed has zero negative effect on people other than their unwillingness to do things which are boring. He smokes a joint before his Jiu Jitsu classes. When I smoked weed, I liked to sit there and do nothing. I would listen to Nirvana and smile, that's it. IT. That's what I miss, too. I think the real problem with weed and I, is that together, there was no mental exercise.
My PA is that work sucks, and life generally is comprised mostly of suckage, and this town sucks worse than most towns (ask Adelaide) and that all of this suckage is, or, well, I don't know where I'm going with this. I have 1400 dollars in the bank.
Truth; it's the suckiest sucktown that ever sucked.
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