that's-the-real-shit-book

Herb Forkman is baked as hell.

Charlotte McQueen loves the shit out of her friends.

Regina Queenstone ddrunk.

That's the real shit.

And it's the best shit.

My life is perfect.

And there's so much more left.

:)

[Side Note: I always come to the blog meaning to post some long legit update on my life. Just to put it out in print to see for myself, but it always ends up into some weird fucking format totally hipster in that nobody-gives-a-shit blog about things that even I don't really care about. Reading this shit would be mundane - even for me. But whatever. it flows out and i don't have to care] :)

We all deserve nice things.

Hopefully karma will work itself out and nicer people have nicer things;

but ultimately?

We all deserve nice things.

Mah pewps.

I'm still having trouble wrapping my head around this particular break.

It probably doesn't help that my ability to notice what's going on around me is completely kaput when I smoke.

Plus I'm an avoider. Usually. There are times when I just say fuck it and go full steam ahead at what I'm getting at. But normally I avoid contact or specificity. So not only do I just avoid situations, I also avoid realizations of exactly what's going on. It's almost like choosing ignorance - if only for the bliss.

So I'll have a bit of a mystery that I'll be remembering pieces of for a while...

Isn't that one of the reasons why I liked being completely clean?

Meh. Fair trade.

In other news:

I only have 14 credit hours this semester, and every. Single. Class. Is either education or music. My schedule is pretty indicative of my career goal at this point. Go me. :)