snowwhitesuicide

i'm sitting on the floor in front of my computer, naked, about to go cash this bowl out the back door so i can pack another.
something inane is on the television, but it is out of my sightline so it is just an incessant drone of one-liners and canned laughter in the background.
i have a perfect circle paused on my iTunes, but i hesitate to turn it on because i've been having one of "those days" with my shuffle button.
you know, the days where everything that it plays is something that you just don't want to hear.
i love days where my shuffle button syncs everything up so perfectly that the world is at absolute homeostasis.
except, better.
hahaha, so about that bowl...

i think that pot is wonderful.
let me be honest with you, i am an absolute domestic goddess when i'm stoned.
if you give me a bowl and a full day, i will have your house cleaned and your dessert prepared by the time you get home from work.

ugh, so i had to turn off the tv.
i'm skipping 13 tracks (because everything must be done in numbers) and then i'll see what mood my shuffle sets.
hm. alien ant farm's glow, off of their 2nd album.
that was a strange album.
there were one or two good songs, some interesting deviations from the aaf norm (such as this song, kind of poppy and-- i want to say swingy, but i don't know if that is the correct term.) and unfortunately, i think, one or two chronic skippers.

mah birdie is outside squacking, but i can't bring her in because her cages are out there.
she is moving tomorrow
i am giving her to my friend bobbo, because, really, i'm just the most irresponsible pet owner in the world and i shouldn't have her.
she is such a good bird, and i know that bobbo will take good care of her.
plus, she'll make him the ultimate pimpster, hahaha.

huhhhhh. modest mouse, eh?
i have mixed feelings about them...
mostly, though, i think because they were dean's.
damn, shpongle now, too?
maybe it is because i am thinking about him.
we got in a fight earlier today.
i am supposed to be at the flying dog brewery with he and his friend, right now.
this morning was just a bad morning.

hahahaha in a random turn of events, i talked semi nude today with a man with a german accent.
instead of going out with dean, i stayed home to clean my house, and i decided to do so semi-nude.
(alas, some random friends, at this very moment, showed up at my house, so i had to run swiftly to my room to cover some of my ladyparts... hello, sisters on the west coast!)
while cleaning dishes in my kitchen, some fucking random dude walked up to my front window, which was admittedly open, and proceeded to request information from me about the parking in my neighborhood.
at first i was taken kind of aback, but then i just found it amusing. i don't think he meant any harm.
haha, germans.

this blog will be suspended for the duration of smoking a bowl with the aforementioned friends.

resume blog with (3): a perfect circle, vanishing.
i feel like a good soundtrack has a lot to do with a productive high.
for me, when writing, the soundtrack can make or break my train of thought.
when i write, technical writings, i can't have any music.
for freeflowing and catharctic high blogs such as this, the music and melody are what guide my fingers and thoughts as they pitter patter into the keyboard.

from autumn to ashes' delusions of grandeur.
i have to bring the bird in, she is hungry.

a little buckethead to cleanse the palette.
i have been kinda crafty for the past couple days.
i finally made the bracelet for my pandora's box.

i made a necklace out of a butterfly thing, and it looked pretty cool, but i broke it, so i'm trying to devise a feasible salvage plan.

and there is a necklace that matches my key bracelet that i'm still in the designing stages for.
dude.
i am making some meditation pillows.
i need to figure out how to work a sewing machine...
i always manage to fuck them up and jam them in some way or another.
i somehow managed to sew my sisters bags for last christmas, and despite my complete lack of patience managed to have a little bit of fun.

crafting commenced.
incoherent blog: over and out.