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I'm sure i deleted a few along the way.
This is post 109.
100 slipped right by me.
*Rasises pyrex measuring cup*
To being lame *Sips tea*
Mmm. Good tea.
100 slipped right by me.
*Rasises pyrex measuring cup*
To being lame *Sips tea*
Mmm. Good tea.
Thursday, April 01, 2004
You called on the thunder?
He should have kept his mouth shut.
So I am still high. Bloody pot has lasted twenty hours and is showing no sign of wearing off. The bike ride home got my blood moving again which just kicked me again. Work was so hard today; being at work baked is up there with my least favourite things to do. It was the busiest I have seen McGettigans in a long time, and I was the only one working. Luckily there was only one big rush then time to clean up. I hate it when people keep coming in and I have to stop cleaning to cook for some one. I'm surprised I made it, but I did. I also made some mad tips! Woot for money.
It is still a good day though, in that I am enjoying myself. Even if I feel a little sea sick. Whenever I breathe in deeply I can smell the pot... eww. Age came in for a Latte and to say hi. Dave and Kate also stopped by but didn’t stay for anything to drink. Woot! Airship theme. *Dances to the 8 bit funk.*
Yesterday was the best day I’ve had in a long while. I slept in, went to work, didn't do any work and still managed to make some tips. Then after work I went over to Ages house sat around for a bit then we went for a two hour long bike ride. I found some ones credit card, but I’ll bet it is long since reported stolen. We went down to the train bridge… that got really muddy towards the end. I was covered in mud with in half an hour, so I stopped trying to avoid the puddles and made sure I got good and covered in mud. Then we crossed the train bridge and biked back towards home along the west bank. We stopped off at the Lions Skate where I spent an hour or so biking in water that was a foot and a half deep. The drains at the bottom of the skate park are just weeping rains so they have to wait for the ground to thaw before it will start to soak up any more water. My Childish antics cough the attention of a local gang of natives. The oldest one was only twelve but they assured us they were tough as nails.
Age and myself had a conversation with them about gangs, stealing bikes, and where to avoid during the summer. Then they wanted to go smoke a blunt with us. Needless to say we didn’t. Smoking with native kids on the west side is a good way to end up dumped by the power plant. Or Knifed. Either way we decided I was as soaked enough to start heading home. So we biked back to my place where I had a quick shower then, we were off to Ages to make something to eat.
I’ve never had better pasta sauce that the sauce that Travis dad makes. It was to die for, and was the only thing that helped me gets the weed butter down. For some reason this batch tasted really bad, but I think it was because it was too much butter and a little burnt. I only had half of it, and fed the rest of it to the dog. The dog had about as much as me so if he isn’t fucked up I would be really surprised. So after that I went home and sat here for a bit then Tyler came over and we watched the Nightmare before Christmas. I am really glad we didn’t decide to go flying kites or anything else that I had to move, because I was way to messed up to do anything.
I’m still to messed up to being doing anything right now, but here I am.
What else? I don’t know. I’m going to play some StarCraft and take a nap.
SEAN!!!
You called on the thunder?
When
2004-04-01 3:53 p.m.
So I am still high. Bloody pot has lasted twenty hours and is showing no sign of wearing off. The bike ride home got my blood moving again which just kicked me again. Work was so hard today; being at work baked is up there with my least favourite things to do. It was the busiest I have seen McGettigans in a long time, and I was the only one working. Luckily there was only one big rush then time to clean up. I hate it when people keep coming in and I have to stop cleaning to cook for some one. I'm surprised I made it, but I did. I also made some mad tips! Woot for money.
It is still a good day though, in that I am enjoying myself. Even if I feel a little sea sick. Whenever I breathe in deeply I can smell the pot... eww. Age came in for a Latte and to say hi. Dave and Kate also stopped by but didn’t stay for anything to drink. Woot! Airship theme. *Dances to the 8 bit funk.*
Yesterday was the best day I’ve had in a long while. I slept in, went to work, didn't do any work and still managed to make some tips. Then after work I went over to Ages house sat around for a bit then we went for a two hour long bike ride. I found some ones credit card, but I’ll bet it is long since reported stolen. We went down to the train bridge… that got really muddy towards the end. I was covered in mud with in half an hour, so I stopped trying to avoid the puddles and made sure I got good and covered in mud. Then we crossed the train bridge and biked back towards home along the west bank. We stopped off at the Lions Skate where I spent an hour or so biking in water that was a foot and a half deep. The drains at the bottom of the skate park are just weeping rains so they have to wait for the ground to thaw before it will start to soak up any more water. My Childish antics cough the attention of a local gang of natives. The oldest one was only twelve but they assured us they were tough as nails.
Age and myself had a conversation with them about gangs, stealing bikes, and where to avoid during the summer. Then they wanted to go smoke a blunt with us. Needless to say we didn’t. Smoking with native kids on the west side is a good way to end up dumped by the power plant. Or Knifed. Either way we decided I was as soaked enough to start heading home. So we biked back to my place where I had a quick shower then, we were off to Ages to make something to eat.
I’ve never had better pasta sauce that the sauce that Travis dad makes. It was to die for, and was the only thing that helped me gets the weed butter down. For some reason this batch tasted really bad, but I think it was because it was too much butter and a little burnt. I only had half of it, and fed the rest of it to the dog. The dog had about as much as me so if he isn’t fucked up I would be really surprised. So after that I went home and sat here for a bit then Tyler came over and we watched the Nightmare before Christmas. I am really glad we didn’t decide to go flying kites or anything else that I had to move, because I was way to messed up to do anything.
I’m still to messed up to being doing anything right now, but here I am.
What else? I don’t know. I’m going to play some StarCraft and take a nap.
SEAN!!!
You called on the thunder?
When
2004-04-01 3:53 p.m.
Tuesday, March 30, 2004
Desire
What is the only question an all-knowing god could ask?
Most people are afraid to ask for what they want. That is why they don’t get what they want. I think Madonna said it best. I took that advice to heart and I believe that I have lived most of my life since with that in mind. Why not ask for what you want? Being turned down is no worse than never asking and not getting it anyways. Even if there is only a 10% chance… it still works out 10% of the time. Am I right?
Of course I am right. I’m drunk. Drunken people know best. I am being extra careful in my spelling, or at least I think I am. I only had what would be about three shots of scotch with coke, but that does not mean that I am in any way sober. This is taking me a lot longer to write than it should. Normally I would hope to have at least three times as much written. This isn’t even interesting drunk ranting. I’m not saying anything that I would not other wise say. I do not believe I have ever done anything drunk that I would not do sober. Quiet to the contrary, I think I am more likely to do something crazy sober than I am to do something drunk.
Experiments. Experimenting? Hardly. They should have renamed The Hardy Souls to Hardy Har Har. I do not even like football. I’m lame and I am finally coming to terms with it. *Pulls out GBA* this update is just taking longer and longer. My mom asked to film my suicide. I sent her to a metal home.
People use being drunk as an excuse to do what they wanted. So now I’m going to tell all my friends what I really think of them! Muhahaha…. Ahh who am I kidding. I like all my friends, which is more than I can say about some people I know. Why would you hang around some one you didn’t like?
I just snorted and it hurt. Ouchy.
We are on the verge of the next mass extinction of life on earth. It would be nice to think that it isn’t going to happen to us, that it is years and years away, but it isn’t. Within the next ten to fifteen years up to ninety percent of the bird population is going to vanish. A healthy bird population is a good sign of how life in general is doing. If you do not believe in the six thousand year earth and believe we are billions of years in the making than you might be aware of the past six mass extinctions that we know about. All of which were caused by natural causes. Be it volcanoes or asteroids falling to the earth there have been the previous culprits.
We are causing this one. For the first time a life form is bring about the next great test of evolution. We are all going to hell for this one, so I am just trying to make the most of it while I can. I am in no position to make any changes to what is going to happen, so I may as well enjoy what I have. It is also why I refuse to have any children, why would I wish this future on another life? Why would I want to make my own child worry about fresh water, melting icecaps and the rainforest? Why not have no children? I do not want any one else to pay for my mistakes.
Worst of all is that we know we are all going to die really fricken soon and that no one is really bothering to do much about it. Many people believe that we are doing better than we used to be, but we are still creating more pollution than we were back in the fifties. I do not know all there is to know about the situation. I know there are people who are working towards making thing right. However I also know that bringing my cans into Sar-can is not nearly enough.
Depressing? Nah… I mean, what are you going to do about it? Stress yourself out and get an ulcer? I already have one of those thank you very much. I do not need it getting any worse. I think I will worry about more me oriented things. Like getting laid, making money, and playing video games.
Sound system gonna bring me back up. One thing that I can depend on.
I think I am over my regrets. They had been eating at me for a while, but I think I can finally forget about them now. They may yet come back to haunt me, but I do not feel any really grief over them any longer. If only every one was as well adjusted as I am. Is it lame that I am listening to bad eighties disco Leonard Cohen? The bad key board and back up singers… I should change the song, but… but nothing. *Presses next* Ahh Against Me! Always there when I am in need of music.
Your friend is cute. Stay away from her. Why are you worried I would ruin her? I am worried she would eat you alive.
It must be hard to be a spider.
I should have been in bed long ago. I have not been sleeping much lately, but it sure does beat the kind of sleep I was getting before I was getting so little. I have very deep sleep now, before I would toss all night. It could be the drugs. Yes I will blame the drugs. I work tomorrow at ten. I should be asleep. Instead I am writing this so you will have something to read in-between your classes. I hope you are happy. I am most likely at work right now very tired. You should be thankful.
You never know you are in over your head until you are drowning. Sometimes you may see it coming. Deep water ahead maybe I should turn back? The smart ones do, the dumb ones keep going. I think I am still deciding if I should keep swimming and risk greatness or head back. I like to risk it, go out just so far that my feet do not touch, but I could make it back if I really wanted too. I think that is where I am right now. I can see the bottom; my toes just will not reach. How do I know that anything better is on the other side? Well I do not know, how could any one know with out going?
Why do I have so many Operation Ivy covers if I just switch over to the real thing any time one comes up? Reel Big Fish are the only group that come close to doing any of the song justice. Every ska/cali punk band since has done a cover and I have them all. I know I have them all because I checked the register on the website.
If I die before I get to jump out of a plane tied to some sheet, I will not die an unhappy man. If I die before I have sex with two women at the same time I will not die an unhappy man. If I do not think of something to do before I die, I will die an unhappy man.
Three pages not double-spaced. I should start a novel. It would be lamer than lame to just publish what I have written thus far. I was thinking about editing what I just wrote, so I went back read the first paragraph got bored and stopped. I truly do feel sorry for you if you have read this far *pats head. *
What stops people from asking for what they want? Fear? Fear of being rejected and told no. So they do not ask and what happens? Most times nothing. Nothing happens and things are as bad as if they had been told no… except they have to live with the question.
What would happen if I were not here?
SEAN!!!
Most people are afraid to ask for what they want. That is why they don’t get what they want. I think Madonna said it best. I took that advice to heart and I believe that I have lived most of my life since with that in mind. Why not ask for what you want? Being turned down is no worse than never asking and not getting it anyways. Even if there is only a 10% chance… it still works out 10% of the time. Am I right?
Of course I am right. I’m drunk. Drunken people know best. I am being extra careful in my spelling, or at least I think I am. I only had what would be about three shots of scotch with coke, but that does not mean that I am in any way sober. This is taking me a lot longer to write than it should. Normally I would hope to have at least three times as much written. This isn’t even interesting drunk ranting. I’m not saying anything that I would not other wise say. I do not believe I have ever done anything drunk that I would not do sober. Quiet to the contrary, I think I am more likely to do something crazy sober than I am to do something drunk.
Experiments. Experimenting? Hardly. They should have renamed The Hardy Souls to Hardy Har Har. I do not even like football. I’m lame and I am finally coming to terms with it. *Pulls out GBA* this update is just taking longer and longer. My mom asked to film my suicide. I sent her to a metal home.
People use being drunk as an excuse to do what they wanted. So now I’m going to tell all my friends what I really think of them! Muhahaha…. Ahh who am I kidding. I like all my friends, which is more than I can say about some people I know. Why would you hang around some one you didn’t like?
I just snorted and it hurt. Ouchy.
We are on the verge of the next mass extinction of life on earth. It would be nice to think that it isn’t going to happen to us, that it is years and years away, but it isn’t. Within the next ten to fifteen years up to ninety percent of the bird population is going to vanish. A healthy bird population is a good sign of how life in general is doing. If you do not believe in the six thousand year earth and believe we are billions of years in the making than you might be aware of the past six mass extinctions that we know about. All of which were caused by natural causes. Be it volcanoes or asteroids falling to the earth there have been the previous culprits.
We are causing this one. For the first time a life form is bring about the next great test of evolution. We are all going to hell for this one, so I am just trying to make the most of it while I can. I am in no position to make any changes to what is going to happen, so I may as well enjoy what I have. It is also why I refuse to have any children, why would I wish this future on another life? Why would I want to make my own child worry about fresh water, melting icecaps and the rainforest? Why not have no children? I do not want any one else to pay for my mistakes.
Worst of all is that we know we are all going to die really fricken soon and that no one is really bothering to do much about it. Many people believe that we are doing better than we used to be, but we are still creating more pollution than we were back in the fifties. I do not know all there is to know about the situation. I know there are people who are working towards making thing right. However I also know that bringing my cans into Sar-can is not nearly enough.
Depressing? Nah… I mean, what are you going to do about it? Stress yourself out and get an ulcer? I already have one of those thank you very much. I do not need it getting any worse. I think I will worry about more me oriented things. Like getting laid, making money, and playing video games.
Sound system gonna bring me back up. One thing that I can depend on.
I think I am over my regrets. They had been eating at me for a while, but I think I can finally forget about them now. They may yet come back to haunt me, but I do not feel any really grief over them any longer. If only every one was as well adjusted as I am. Is it lame that I am listening to bad eighties disco Leonard Cohen? The bad key board and back up singers… I should change the song, but… but nothing. *Presses next* Ahh Against Me! Always there when I am in need of music.
Your friend is cute. Stay away from her. Why are you worried I would ruin her? I am worried she would eat you alive.
It must be hard to be a spider.
I should have been in bed long ago. I have not been sleeping much lately, but it sure does beat the kind of sleep I was getting before I was getting so little. I have very deep sleep now, before I would toss all night. It could be the drugs. Yes I will blame the drugs. I work tomorrow at ten. I should be asleep. Instead I am writing this so you will have something to read in-between your classes. I hope you are happy. I am most likely at work right now very tired. You should be thankful.
You never know you are in over your head until you are drowning. Sometimes you may see it coming. Deep water ahead maybe I should turn back? The smart ones do, the dumb ones keep going. I think I am still deciding if I should keep swimming and risk greatness or head back. I like to risk it, go out just so far that my feet do not touch, but I could make it back if I really wanted too. I think that is where I am right now. I can see the bottom; my toes just will not reach. How do I know that anything better is on the other side? Well I do not know, how could any one know with out going?
Why do I have so many Operation Ivy covers if I just switch over to the real thing any time one comes up? Reel Big Fish are the only group that come close to doing any of the song justice. Every ska/cali punk band since has done a cover and I have them all. I know I have them all because I checked the register on the website.
If I die before I get to jump out of a plane tied to some sheet, I will not die an unhappy man. If I die before I have sex with two women at the same time I will not die an unhappy man. If I do not think of something to do before I die, I will die an unhappy man.
Three pages not double-spaced. I should start a novel. It would be lamer than lame to just publish what I have written thus far. I was thinking about editing what I just wrote, so I went back read the first paragraph got bored and stopped. I truly do feel sorry for you if you have read this far *pats head. *
What stops people from asking for what they want? Fear? Fear of being rejected and told no. So they do not ask and what happens? Most times nothing. Nothing happens and things are as bad as if they had been told no… except they have to live with the question.
What would happen if I were not here?
SEAN!!!
Tuesday, March 23, 2004
Bang Bang!
Got fired from my job
Now I’m really bored.
Drank to much tea
Now I can't sleep
Sitting here typing
So I walked into work and they told me I did not have to work today. Or tomorrow, or any other day. They fired me because I didn’t stay on Saturday past three. I was come in at nine and stay till three, so that is what I told Cormac. He said I should come in at four. So when I was asked to stay long I told them I had to get to my other job, and I wanted to have a shower. The manager was never told I guess and decided that she did not want me working for her anymore. After I told her that I left because of another job she was not really able to come up with any other real reasons for me to be fired so she said, “I just don’t think you were working as hard as you could have been,” to which I replied, “Yes, motivation seems to be a bit of a problem with me.” She just looked at me blankly. The paper work was already done, she had handed me my pay so I wasn’t going to argue or try to defend myself. It is much more entertain when you agree that yes, I should be fired.
I’ll write more after I play some StarCraft.
Ah good gaming! I have replayed this mission about four times now. It is a tricky little bugger. You are stuck on this island, that you have to fight to take over. Then once it is yours the computer keeps attacking you, trying to get this island back. Then after you have it nice and secure, you start attacking the computers three islands… if you have any money left. You have to do it fast enough that the computer hasn’t used all its money so that you can take their money once you take them over. It is a really hard mission.
Well I feel like saying more, but I won’t.
SEAN!!!
Now I’m really bored.
Drank to much tea
Now I can't sleep
Sitting here typing
So I walked into work and they told me I did not have to work today. Or tomorrow, or any other day. They fired me because I didn’t stay on Saturday past three. I was come in at nine and stay till three, so that is what I told Cormac. He said I should come in at four. So when I was asked to stay long I told them I had to get to my other job, and I wanted to have a shower. The manager was never told I guess and decided that she did not want me working for her anymore. After I told her that I left because of another job she was not really able to come up with any other real reasons for me to be fired so she said, “I just don’t think you were working as hard as you could have been,” to which I replied, “Yes, motivation seems to be a bit of a problem with me.” She just looked at me blankly. The paper work was already done, she had handed me my pay so I wasn’t going to argue or try to defend myself. It is much more entertain when you agree that yes, I should be fired.
I’ll write more after I play some StarCraft.
Ah good gaming! I have replayed this mission about four times now. It is a tricky little bugger. You are stuck on this island, that you have to fight to take over. Then once it is yours the computer keeps attacking you, trying to get this island back. Then after you have it nice and secure, you start attacking the computers three islands… if you have any money left. You have to do it fast enough that the computer hasn’t used all its money so that you can take their money once you take them over. It is a really hard mission.
Well I feel like saying more, but I won’t.
SEAN!!!
Sunday, March 21, 2004
People Rock
Hello all, how are yous?
I had a really bad yesterday, so I thought I would just say sorry. I was really sleepy because I didn't get any sleep, worked all day at both jobs, then didn't have a nap because I didn't think there would be time, then was picked up an hour and a half later than planed. Just kind of put me in a bad mood.
Then some one gave me a cookie and my night got a lot better. I started to love people again. Then I got another two cookies and the night got even better. I only ate about one and a half cookies, but I also smoked way too much. By the time I made it to ages house I just lay down on the couch until age dragged me home.
I went out and got high. Then Drew and Gubbe wanted to get high. Then I was really high. Then Age showed up and we got even higher. Then the cookies started to kick in and my body stopped working. I think I’m still high. I feel really weird, my dad wants me to go play with the power tools for a while but I fear that may not be a wise choice.
Mmm Tea. Tea n’ cookies. Oreos. Oreo Cookies.
I have a bit of work to do myself. Like updating and drinking this tea. That is shitty! I hate my inner clock. It always wakes me up about tem minutes before my alarm... no matter what time I have to get up at. Then I think, man I could sleep for another ten minutes and then usually end up sleeping in.
Yeah the heat from the tea is making me feel high… or maybe I am just imagining it. Well imagined or not I feel high again. Mmm cookies.
I better go.
SEAN!!!
I had a really bad yesterday, so I thought I would just say sorry. I was really sleepy because I didn't get any sleep, worked all day at both jobs, then didn't have a nap because I didn't think there would be time, then was picked up an hour and a half later than planed. Just kind of put me in a bad mood.
Then some one gave me a cookie and my night got a lot better. I started to love people again. Then I got another two cookies and the night got even better. I only ate about one and a half cookies, but I also smoked way too much. By the time I made it to ages house I just lay down on the couch until age dragged me home.
I went out and got high. Then Drew and Gubbe wanted to get high. Then I was really high. Then Age showed up and we got even higher. Then the cookies started to kick in and my body stopped working. I think I’m still high. I feel really weird, my dad wants me to go play with the power tools for a while but I fear that may not be a wise choice.
Mmm Tea. Tea n’ cookies. Oreos. Oreo Cookies.
I have a bit of work to do myself. Like updating and drinking this tea. That is shitty! I hate my inner clock. It always wakes me up about tem minutes before my alarm... no matter what time I have to get up at. Then I think, man I could sleep for another ten minutes and then usually end up sleeping in.
Yeah the heat from the tea is making me feel high… or maybe I am just imagining it. Well imagined or not I feel high again. Mmm cookies.
I better go.
SEAN!!!
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...
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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!!!
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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!!!
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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!!!
