Friday, February 27, 2004
Gingerbread Men
Damn it!
Nothing like talking yourself out of sex eh Sean? Yeah. That kind of sting seems to last month after month. Why is woman such a fickle creature. I need to stop dwelling on the past and look forward to a brighter future.
so what is new? Oh i know! I'm going to post what i wrote on the lap top, so with out further ado, i give you what i wrote yesterday...
***
One is the loneliest number that you will ever know. Two is the loneliest number since one.
I do not have long. I should write quickly then spell check when I get back later tonight. It is judgement day. The day I can learn all the answers. This is no time to pussy out on me all right? They do not know shit, because you are super cool. You’re the fucking barretta. This is the day.
There is one small problem however. The problem with drugs is you never know if it is cut with something that is going to kill you or give you a bad trip. When dealers run out of bags, they start reusing them. Nathen had gone upstairs while Brady finished rolling a joint with some of my papers. We waited a little while for him to come back down, and then we started to smoke it. Half way threw we were starting to wonder if he was going to come back. Brady calls him and informs him that half his J is now gone. Brady hangs up on Nathen as he starts screaming at him. When the phone clicks off you can still hear his yelling resonating through the house from upstairs. This was an odd reaction I thought. It was only one joint, why did Nathen care that half of it was gone? He had more pot that I could ever smoke in my life. It turns out, that when drugs dealers run out of bags they start to reuse them. The bag this pot came from happened to be just a little special.
Extasy can be smoked. It is not a popular way of using the drug as it is somewhat awkward and you do not get the full effects. How ever, when crushed extasy that sits at the bottom of a bag that is now filled with pot makes for potent potables.
Fucking I am dancing. Brady was dancing last time. It does not feel that off from a regular pot high, except that I am more awake and dancing. Normally I just like to lay there and fall asleep, not dance. Who knows? Not me, I never lost control. A vote for Mario is a vote for fun. I also made this sweet rhyme while I was in Derrick’s van today. I wanted to beat the crap out of me so badly, I hate rap. I cannot become black now! I have said too much against it to embrace it. Like so much Kenny Rogers Chicken.
I need to leave soon. I do not even have a page and I have been at this for a half an hour. I need to stop going back and fixing it. I just need to write and fix it later when I get back. I have too much to talk about to be wasting time and writing this! AHHWW Fuck! Why am I telling you about how I should be telling you about something else!
Get down, deeper and down.
What could it mean? She invited me. She… invited me. This is the day with all the answers but this anticipation is fucking tilling me. Fuck I am wasting time rereading this to myself repeatedly. I am starting to sketch out… it was just so beautiful. They should have sent a poet.
I had better go.
I’m afraid of Americans.
SEAN!!!
The beat laid plans.
Remind me not to do that again. Agh. It is best not to think about it. I am going to be sick. Revenge? What was I thinking? Oh well. The last nail has sealed the coffin, and I cannot decide if the screams of terror are coming from the freshly dug soil or if they are just in my head. I do not even feel like writing. Or reading. Painting takes a lot out of a guy. Friday could cure me. Gibson please let it cure me.
I want to go online and chat with the locals. That would be nice. Get my mind off me for a bit. I could fall asleep now and wake up extra early. That sounds strangely appealing. I think I will edit what I wrote before and go to bed.
The world still sleeps tonight.
SEAN!!!
***
Back to today. What would i like to tell you about today? Well i got my new issue of nintedo power, i thought that it had run out already but every month a new issue comes in the mail. This month however gave me reason to renew my subscription once again... a free Final Fantasy Crystal Cronicals t shirt with a one year subscription.
how can i say no?
I have a confession to make. I have been feeding Oliver tea behind everyones back. he really likes it too! It hasn't been that strong, about half milk half tea, so it isn't that bad. i just think it is cool that he drinks it. Mmmmm tea.
Well i best be on my way.
SEAN!!!
Nothing like talking yourself out of sex eh Sean? Yeah. That kind of sting seems to last month after month. Why is woman such a fickle creature. I need to stop dwelling on the past and look forward to a brighter future.
so what is new? Oh i know! I'm going to post what i wrote on the lap top, so with out further ado, i give you what i wrote yesterday...
***
One is the loneliest number that you will ever know. Two is the loneliest number since one.
I do not have long. I should write quickly then spell check when I get back later tonight. It is judgement day. The day I can learn all the answers. This is no time to pussy out on me all right? They do not know shit, because you are super cool. You’re the fucking barretta. This is the day.
There is one small problem however. The problem with drugs is you never know if it is cut with something that is going to kill you or give you a bad trip. When dealers run out of bags, they start reusing them. Nathen had gone upstairs while Brady finished rolling a joint with some of my papers. We waited a little while for him to come back down, and then we started to smoke it. Half way threw we were starting to wonder if he was going to come back. Brady calls him and informs him that half his J is now gone. Brady hangs up on Nathen as he starts screaming at him. When the phone clicks off you can still hear his yelling resonating through the house from upstairs. This was an odd reaction I thought. It was only one joint, why did Nathen care that half of it was gone? He had more pot that I could ever smoke in my life. It turns out, that when drugs dealers run out of bags they start to reuse them. The bag this pot came from happened to be just a little special.
Extasy can be smoked. It is not a popular way of using the drug as it is somewhat awkward and you do not get the full effects. How ever, when crushed extasy that sits at the bottom of a bag that is now filled with pot makes for potent potables.
Fucking I am dancing. Brady was dancing last time. It does not feel that off from a regular pot high, except that I am more awake and dancing. Normally I just like to lay there and fall asleep, not dance. Who knows? Not me, I never lost control. A vote for Mario is a vote for fun. I also made this sweet rhyme while I was in Derrick’s van today. I wanted to beat the crap out of me so badly, I hate rap. I cannot become black now! I have said too much against it to embrace it. Like so much Kenny Rogers Chicken.
I need to leave soon. I do not even have a page and I have been at this for a half an hour. I need to stop going back and fixing it. I just need to write and fix it later when I get back. I have too much to talk about to be wasting time and writing this! AHHWW Fuck! Why am I telling you about how I should be telling you about something else!
Get down, deeper and down.
What could it mean? She invited me. She… invited me. This is the day with all the answers but this anticipation is fucking tilling me. Fuck I am wasting time rereading this to myself repeatedly. I am starting to sketch out… it was just so beautiful. They should have sent a poet.
I had better go.
I’m afraid of Americans.
SEAN!!!
The beat laid plans.
Remind me not to do that again. Agh. It is best not to think about it. I am going to be sick. Revenge? What was I thinking? Oh well. The last nail has sealed the coffin, and I cannot decide if the screams of terror are coming from the freshly dug soil or if they are just in my head. I do not even feel like writing. Or reading. Painting takes a lot out of a guy. Friday could cure me. Gibson please let it cure me.
I want to go online and chat with the locals. That would be nice. Get my mind off me for a bit. I could fall asleep now and wake up extra early. That sounds strangely appealing. I think I will edit what I wrote before and go to bed.
The world still sleeps tonight.
SEAN!!!
***
Back to today. What would i like to tell you about today? Well i got my new issue of nintedo power, i thought that it had run out already but every month a new issue comes in the mail. This month however gave me reason to renew my subscription once again... a free Final Fantasy Crystal Cronicals t shirt with a one year subscription.
how can i say no?
I have a confession to make. I have been feeding Oliver tea behind everyones back. he really likes it too! It hasn't been that strong, about half milk half tea, so it isn't that bad. i just think it is cool that he drinks it. Mmmmm tea.
Well i best be on my way.
SEAN!!!
# posted by Uehen @ 4:22 PM 
