conan! what is best in life?
crush the enemy.
see him driven before you.
hear the lamentations of the women.
shit yeah, bishes.
things are goood. although i've been crying a shit-ton lately. not serious crying, just breaking into sobs for no reason. whenever it's about to happen, i run to the bathroom so bob (or whatever houseguests i might be entertaining) doesn't notice. i think he thinks i'm bulemic or something.
i'm happier. it's not hard to type it out, but it sounds so strange when i try to say it out loud. like something foreign and awkward rolling off my tongue. if i can keep this inexplicable sunshine on my shoulders, i have a feeling i can get used to it.
i made cider. people drank it. well.. mostly i drank it, but it got some nice reviews. i think i'll double the alcohol content next time.
christmas is coming. i'm nervous as fuck. as grandma's little chef, i've got one heavy, estrogen-riddled burden on my shoulders. as long as i don't fuck up christmas dinner, it should all be gravy. i know mom'll be sure to sneak me a joint every couple of hours on x-mas eve, and i tend to cook much better when i'm stoned. maybe not better, per se, but i concentrate a lot harder, and the meal always ends up stellar.
so merry christmas, my frolicking dirt-children. bundle up. be excellent to eachother. don't do meth.
crush the enemy.
see him driven before you.
hear the lamentations of the women.
shit yeah, bishes.
things are goood. although i've been crying a shit-ton lately. not serious crying, just breaking into sobs for no reason. whenever it's about to happen, i run to the bathroom so bob (or whatever houseguests i might be entertaining) doesn't notice. i think he thinks i'm bulemic or something.
i'm happier. it's not hard to type it out, but it sounds so strange when i try to say it out loud. like something foreign and awkward rolling off my tongue. if i can keep this inexplicable sunshine on my shoulders, i have a feeling i can get used to it.
i made cider. people drank it. well.. mostly i drank it, but it got some nice reviews. i think i'll double the alcohol content next time.
christmas is coming. i'm nervous as fuck. as grandma's little chef, i've got one heavy, estrogen-riddled burden on my shoulders. as long as i don't fuck up christmas dinner, it should all be gravy. i know mom'll be sure to sneak me a joint every couple of hours on x-mas eve, and i tend to cook much better when i'm stoned. maybe not better, per se, but i concentrate a lot harder, and the meal always ends up stellar.
so merry christmas, my frolicking dirt-children. bundle up. be excellent to eachother. don't do meth.
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the simple victories eh dear.
man i wish that aunt of mine would just go back on a permanent fucking vacation or something.
I hope that everything goes well with your family. I have to deal with my mom on christmas day. I know I'll be having a couple of shots back to back when I get home from that.