I am, classically, what one might refer to as a dopesmoker. For years now I've smoked weed pretty much every damn day, with rare exceptions. Now, I know it's only Monday night, but from my accounts the last time I had reefer in my system was Saturday night, making this, like, a goddamn sobriety marathon.
And you know what? Not all bad. For one, I'm actually having dreams, or at least remembering them, something that the pot seemed to really inhibit. I'm generally less lethargic during the day, my appetite isn't so totally out of control, and I think my libido is on the rise again.
I'm not feeling a burning desire to go sXe and get lots of tattoos on my arms and push kids at punk rock shows, but I'm thinking there might be something to this whole moderation bit.
Aside from my unmitigated misadventures in sobriety, today was pretty dull. Woke up, met my deadline. Hopped the 5, rocked the workplace, came home, fucked off. Oh, I saw a girl on the 21 home that I know as an acquaintance from the damn IRC, but instead of saying anything, I just plugged in my headphones and stuck my nose in my hiptop. It's weird, coz she works, like, two doors down from me, but my contact with her has been fleeting at best. Hey, maybe if I tried striking a conversation, we'd be more than passing acquaintances!
Dumbass!
Anyway. In closing, Jolly Ranchers, Pepsi Blue, Black Black chewing gum, and Snapple Elements Atomic Jacked Apple are all sweets that I fully approve of. Hail Satan.
Two more, real quick: I had a dream two nights ago that my friend Jon was gay. I was stoked, coz that meant his hot girlfriend was fair game. I'm not sure which part of that I should feel ashamed about.
Also, I can't get the AOL Instant Messenger "incoming message" sound out of my head. I woke up with it playing in my head, which is kinda haunting shit.
And you know what? Not all bad. For one, I'm actually having dreams, or at least remembering them, something that the pot seemed to really inhibit. I'm generally less lethargic during the day, my appetite isn't so totally out of control, and I think my libido is on the rise again.
I'm not feeling a burning desire to go sXe and get lots of tattoos on my arms and push kids at punk rock shows, but I'm thinking there might be something to this whole moderation bit.
Aside from my unmitigated misadventures in sobriety, today was pretty dull. Woke up, met my deadline. Hopped the 5, rocked the workplace, came home, fucked off. Oh, I saw a girl on the 21 home that I know as an acquaintance from the damn IRC, but instead of saying anything, I just plugged in my headphones and stuck my nose in my hiptop. It's weird, coz she works, like, two doors down from me, but my contact with her has been fleeting at best. Hey, maybe if I tried striking a conversation, we'd be more than passing acquaintances!
Dumbass!
Anyway. In closing, Jolly Ranchers, Pepsi Blue, Black Black chewing gum, and Snapple Elements Atomic Jacked Apple are all sweets that I fully approve of. Hail Satan.
Two more, real quick: I had a dream two nights ago that my friend Jon was gay. I was stoked, coz that meant his hot girlfriend was fair game. I'm not sure which part of that I should feel ashamed about.
Also, I can't get the AOL Instant Messenger "incoming message" sound out of my head. I woke up with it playing in my head, which is kinda haunting shit.
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No, I'm certain Jon's not gay. He's the most not gay person I know, whatever that means. I think my subconscious just has a wicked, absurd sense of humor.
And, oh man. His girlfriend. So hot. Though I've known her since she was, like, twelve, so thinking about her naughty bits makes me feel like a degenerate, even though she's quite of age now.
"What's the dicky licky, Yo"?!
Long live the Romp Mafia, you big fucking PIIIIIIIYUUUUMP!!! * shaking fist in the air *
Laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaate