today was deeply weird. i ate a pot brownie last night around 11pm, and it didn't kick in until after 1am. thoroughly bad experience: my brain felt cotton-stuffed and my sense of balance was pretty wrecked. reminded me of sucking down robotussin in high school, which is sort of like watching the ads they run during soap operas on slow endless loops. blech.
the stress of last night was undone with a phonecall. this is very good; it was a bad scene that desperately needed fixing. i am tired of dealing with people with guns and drinking problems.
does anyone know where i lost my glasses? i last had em on sunday. it is very difficult to watch leaves rustle or look at stars or drive to jilberto's without them.
the stress of last night was undone with a phonecall. this is very good; it was a bad scene that desperately needed fixing. i am tired of dealing with people with guns and drinking problems.
does anyone know where i lost my glasses? i last had em on sunday. it is very difficult to watch leaves rustle or look at stars or drive to jilberto's without them.
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suiciety:
not here. and the whereabouts of the bay area somewhere.
earplug6947:
to see mum live is to want to buy them a house or eat with them in the park. and like me, those guys stopped playing guitar rock after listening to a.twin. only with me substitute a.twin for mum or that damn squarepusher guy.