Hey hey
I am still exhausted, I wrote an entry yesterday but it has officially disappeared. ODD!!
Tonight I have the joy of writing out a plan to do a communication audit on the department I work in, this is for my Communication Research Module that is mandatory if I major in communications. It is the one part of the course that I absolutely loathe as I have no fucken interest in it at all, I would rather sit in a dentists chair with a drill in my mouth than sit and do this but I have to.
I am happy none the less, yesterday I spent some time with two crazy friends of mine, they fixed something on my computer and also supplied me with endless giggles as they disclosed some of their more bizarre and disturbing stories regarding sex, drugs and techno. The one involved a friend of theirs getting arrested for possession ( one miserable capsule of ephedrine which was still legal back then ) while he was tripping his balls off and unfortunately so were they, it took his frinds about an hour to realise that the fact that the cops shoved him into a back of a van was actually a bad thing and it took them even longer to realise that it probably signified that he was arrested. By the time they realised this they had all turned into little puddles of paranoia and were to scared to go and bail him out. Eventually they did in the wee hours of the morning and the cops wouldn't let him go because they were convinced the capsule was ecstacy. Eventually some one managed to bribe someone and his case docket conveniently went missing and he was released after spending 20 hours in a cop station and not saying a single thing.
Crazy shit! It reminds of the time they arrested a friend of mine at an old goth club called Alcatraz, in Johannesburg CBD, they raided and arrested him because he had purple hair.... interesting.... Co incidently he was also tripping!
Once again must return to my mundane existence.
I am still exhausted, I wrote an entry yesterday but it has officially disappeared. ODD!!
Tonight I have the joy of writing out a plan to do a communication audit on the department I work in, this is for my Communication Research Module that is mandatory if I major in communications. It is the one part of the course that I absolutely loathe as I have no fucken interest in it at all, I would rather sit in a dentists chair with a drill in my mouth than sit and do this but I have to.
I am happy none the less, yesterday I spent some time with two crazy friends of mine, they fixed something on my computer and also supplied me with endless giggles as they disclosed some of their more bizarre and disturbing stories regarding sex, drugs and techno. The one involved a friend of theirs getting arrested for possession ( one miserable capsule of ephedrine which was still legal back then ) while he was tripping his balls off and unfortunately so were they, it took his frinds about an hour to realise that the fact that the cops shoved him into a back of a van was actually a bad thing and it took them even longer to realise that it probably signified that he was arrested. By the time they realised this they had all turned into little puddles of paranoia and were to scared to go and bail him out. Eventually they did in the wee hours of the morning and the cops wouldn't let him go because they were convinced the capsule was ecstacy. Eventually some one managed to bribe someone and his case docket conveniently went missing and he was released after spending 20 hours in a cop station and not saying a single thing.
Crazy shit! It reminds of the time they arrested a friend of mine at an old goth club called Alcatraz, in Johannesburg CBD, they raided and arrested him because he had purple hair.... interesting.... Co incidently he was also tripping!
Once again must return to my mundane existence.
angrboda:
Have an awesome trip, hun!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
