Yep, today is the day I air outno more potI mean today, likewhen I wake up.not right now.
Next Day
Yupno more smokingLemme just finish this hitterwaste not want not
That was almost cashed, Ill load another and just lick off the top. Then thats it. No more.
After five minutes of coughing, I again declare my naevus(*) virginity.
And, today I woke up feeling of shit. It was cold and dreary out, and I was tired and felt a bit tossed. A bit nauseous.
I woke up at noon, a truly ungodly hour. Its up there with, like, eleven and shit. I havent a problem with ten or ninethats midmorning, motherfucker. One and two are early afternoonno problems with that at all.
But noonI fucking hate that time. And I had to get up and head to workthe first time in a really long time that I didnt feel like going. My lungs felt scorched and I was really tired. Any second, I felt I was gonna vomitI didnt feel like going to work, but I went anyway. And it felt like school all over again. It felt like forever before I was able to get out of there. I felt trapped, tired and tossed.
But that last one was a really killer lift.
I dont speak perfect English, but I have a tendency to speak proper Englishthat is, polite English if you wanna be a douche. But Im usually polite as fuck. Specially around people I dont really know. And I dont use alotta slang, usually. I speak in a very professional tone, in a super-professional manner, and I believe that this throws off alotta folks my age.
Jed offered me a hit a couple days back, and I said, Nah, thank you for asking, though.
He just kinda looked at me like I kissed him. To alotta my friends, Im so fucking square its not even funny.
Sorry boys, Im not twelve anymore, Id prefer something more substantial at this point.
Yr mum would be proud at how polite I amthats how polite I am
Not like those hoodlums you usually carry aboutnot like those punks. I can be quite disarming for older people.
But once Im relaxed and going I cuss up a storm, use old words as new slang, and make random threats to strangers (go ahead, ASK the diners wait-staff for a productcoughmuffincoughthats NOT on their menu, see the glares for your self and NOT make an idle threatI dare youdo it.).
How quickly one becomes fouror five for that matter. Five am, another shite hour.
Lime Popsicles is the shit, yo.
(Random Tangent)
There are cops roaming about a house down from me. Its kinda almost got me paranoid. Like, what if theres a shoot out and one cop gets killed whilst his partner, in a barrage of bulletsand a wound, like a stomach wound or somethingdont worry, it went right thru, hes gonna be finehe crashes thru my door and catches me with my stash.
Because, in my world, we all have high school type anxiety like that. Holy crap, my moms gonna smell this and be very disappointed in meReally though, you think she can smell it?
*Naevus is Latin for New. I learned this just now. I found it out when I grabbed a dictionary instead of a thesaurus and was too lazy to get the other. Since I already had the dictionary, I looked up New and found its origins LatinFrom the word Naevus. Since Imma lazy bastard and not satisfied with the vocabulary provided, I opted for naevus.
Im telling you this as I dont come off pretentious, merely lazy and unsatisfied with just plain New.
Boop.
Next Day
Yupno more smokingLemme just finish this hitterwaste not want not
That was almost cashed, Ill load another and just lick off the top. Then thats it. No more.
After five minutes of coughing, I again declare my naevus(*) virginity.
And, today I woke up feeling of shit. It was cold and dreary out, and I was tired and felt a bit tossed. A bit nauseous.
I woke up at noon, a truly ungodly hour. Its up there with, like, eleven and shit. I havent a problem with ten or ninethats midmorning, motherfucker. One and two are early afternoonno problems with that at all.
But noonI fucking hate that time. And I had to get up and head to workthe first time in a really long time that I didnt feel like going. My lungs felt scorched and I was really tired. Any second, I felt I was gonna vomitI didnt feel like going to work, but I went anyway. And it felt like school all over again. It felt like forever before I was able to get out of there. I felt trapped, tired and tossed.
But that last one was a really killer lift.
I dont speak perfect English, but I have a tendency to speak proper Englishthat is, polite English if you wanna be a douche. But Im usually polite as fuck. Specially around people I dont really know. And I dont use alotta slang, usually. I speak in a very professional tone, in a super-professional manner, and I believe that this throws off alotta folks my age.
Jed offered me a hit a couple days back, and I said, Nah, thank you for asking, though.
He just kinda looked at me like I kissed him. To alotta my friends, Im so fucking square its not even funny.
Sorry boys, Im not twelve anymore, Id prefer something more substantial at this point.
Yr mum would be proud at how polite I amthats how polite I am
Not like those hoodlums you usually carry aboutnot like those punks. I can be quite disarming for older people.
But once Im relaxed and going I cuss up a storm, use old words as new slang, and make random threats to strangers (go ahead, ASK the diners wait-staff for a productcoughmuffincoughthats NOT on their menu, see the glares for your self and NOT make an idle threatI dare youdo it.).
How quickly one becomes fouror five for that matter. Five am, another shite hour.
Lime Popsicles is the shit, yo.
(Random Tangent)
There are cops roaming about a house down from me. Its kinda almost got me paranoid. Like, what if theres a shoot out and one cop gets killed whilst his partner, in a barrage of bulletsand a wound, like a stomach wound or somethingdont worry, it went right thru, hes gonna be finehe crashes thru my door and catches me with my stash.
Because, in my world, we all have high school type anxiety like that. Holy crap, my moms gonna smell this and be very disappointed in meReally though, you think she can smell it?
*Naevus is Latin for New. I learned this just now. I found it out when I grabbed a dictionary instead of a thesaurus and was too lazy to get the other. Since I already had the dictionary, I looked up New and found its origins LatinFrom the word Naevus. Since Imma lazy bastard and not satisfied with the vocabulary provided, I opted for naevus.
Im telling you this as I dont come off pretentious, merely lazy and unsatisfied with just plain New.
Boop.
you have validated everything in my live now
um... i try to use really big words when i write for school n'shite, usually casue if it looks like you put enough effort into thinking about what your writing about, the profs leave you alone.
on the way to peoria, jim asked if i had a problem with "gange" i said "nope, its cool", he said great, then reached into his pocket and pulled out his hitterbox, for me this was one of the funniest moments of my day, I had brought him into p-town for a visit with his family.