My puffy face.
>> Friday, March 24, 2006
This is my post-op puffy face. Boo! ...and I'm sharing it with you.
I'm adding this because you need balance the bad with the good.
Hot damn - my beautiful face!
>> Thursday, March 23, 2006
Damn. Honestly. I don't even enjoy ice cream right now. I'm sitting here with a gallon of ice cream in front of my face and I can't even enjoy it. The drugs though, oh the drugs. They were fantastic.
One time I was watching 'That 70's Show' and the doods were using some substances with affliated paraphernalia (beside the point) and they were commenting on how they should records what they think/feel/etc while under the influence. I should have done the same. Life came into perspective amidst the tooth-cracking noises. I felt nice. I sort of also became paranoid and thought I was going to die.
Upon looking for some consoling words, Marty offered, "Well...at least you never have to do that again." Nice.
Joey jo jo Jr Shabadoo
>> Friday, March 10, 2006
What are you doing tonight? Hey lush, have fun...it's the weekend. Heading out for supper with some peeps, but hopefully not to slow-ass Carlos & Murphys. Actually, I'm not hungry at all...I just ate some soup (clam chowder) with stoned wheat thins and then some of those with PB and then half of a bag of choco chips. Dayum.
Starting school on Monday and I'm scared shiteless. Just the word auditing puts me to sleep. Actually, kidding. I wanted to be an auditor so bad I could taste it. My time will come yet.
Why do all the crazies go to Portage Place at lunchtime? I was there today, and I swear I was at a mental institution littered with people in those little handi-scooters racing each other and bums drifting to my direction with their hands out. It is almost like they are going to touch you...and then you do that little move - kind of like shimmying your body away and yelling behind you, "sorry!" I'm horrible. I know. It is a good walk though during my lunch hour and it is indoors all the way.
Damn you, Ray.
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