twelvis

sobriety is still fun. i mean no it's not fun at all. but it's no less fun than being drunk and sluggish and trying to mack on whoever is sitting next to me at the time.

thing is, i'm smoking like a dutchman. and drinking soo much water i pee every 5 mins.

had a time travel dream again. about half of my dreams are about time travel (the other half are about pies, kmart, or some pump-pump-getit-getit, knowhwatimsayin?). i think it would be such a power trip to go back in time. you get to brag about knowing stuff nobody else knows.

i wish i could be 5 years old with the brain and knowledge i have now. here's a typical conversation between me and my mom:

Mom: little twelvis, want some chocolate milk?
Twelvis: fuck that shit! pabst blue ribbon!
M: !!!!!!!!
12: just kidding mom. yeah if you could get me some choco milk that'd be great thanks...OW STOP HITTING ME! FOR CHRIST SAKE! OW!!!
M: i don't know what's wrong with you but you have to stop using cuss words. jesus will punish you.
12: sure he will, mom. sure he will.

or

12: mom, i need some clothes. the ones i have on are so gay. let's go to the sal val.
M: !!! no!!! you are NOT going to wear old worn clothes. that's nasty
12: yeah but in 10 years it will be so popular. i'll be able to brag that i was thrift-storing before it was cool.
M: yeah whatever. president reagan never wore thrift store clothes.
12: whatever. reagan is a fascist and a reatard.
M: go to your room!
12: whatever. i'll be in my room reading james joyce.

and so on. such a power trip.