Ramblings of a maniac obsessive

♥One of the things you learn, after years of dealing with drug people, is that everything is serious. you can turn your back on a person, but never turn your back on a drug-- especially when it's waving a razor sharp hunting knife in your eyes♥-Hunter S Thompson

I had a perfectly unproductive day off today. I slept til 10:30am. Once I awoke I spent my time doing what a whole lot of people would call meaningless nothing. I did things such as watch the Maury show, smoke, contemplate what I should do with all my free time, nap, watch porn, masturbate, go on the treadmill and then take a shower. I was very productive if you ask me. I had a appointment at 4pm today. Having someone sit and listen to you complain for a whole 45 minuets is the very best thing ever! We talk about all the wonderful things I probably shouldn’t do but have no intention of ever stopping. Some of the things on my list are qualities I value but whatever. (cursing, smoking, being hypersexual, drinking, being completely uninhibitated, over tanning) I have reasonable explanations for them all and wether you like me or what I do is completely irrelavent. I LIKE ME who made you the fucking judge of this town? We also discussed all the things I have accomplished in the past week and the fact that my life is changing and has changed so much over the past 8 years. So alls well ends well they say. I smiled on the inside and walked to my car in the sunshine. I hopped in the car, packed a bowl and drove off in the direction of home. Once I started smoking I decided I wanted hot McDonalds fires and a DrPepper. This is something that never fails. I got my shit and went on my merry way. Sometimes I’m so stoned I start to wonder, am I just really stoned or do I have brain cancer? Like in my mind I can’t imagine that I’m really this high. This was one of those times. On my way back home I stopped at 7-11 for a pack of ciggs. I HATE going into this 7-11 even durign daylight hours it scares me. At least every other time someone starts talking to me in spanish. I always assumed that even though I’m way too tan that the blue eyes and blonde hair are a dead give away that I’m definetly not spanish. Marc always finds this funny and has dubbed me lil mexico. So now I’m home chillaxin and I think I may take a nap. (ramblings)

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