Hmmm…..so I remember going out and then remember a few of my buds giving me drinks, but I after I relayed the news I believe they told the bartenders to only put 151 in the glasses, because I think that’s all I tasted….but I really didn’t care. I wasn’t driving so I guess it wasn’t that big a deal. J picked me up with some girls I didn’t know, trying to be funny I guess because of the pathetic rounds of self-doubt I created for myself.
Blurry TV fuzz is beginning to take an animated shape in my brain, if that’s what you want to call that mesh of cells in my skull. I remember lots of Asians fighting somewherez, riding in someone’s Jeep hanging out of the window, going to multiple clubs, freezing to death, thinking some pink-haired goth chick was Molly (I think I peeved her boyfriend), I remember getting extremely philosophical about some shit and talking about the very ‘fiber of our souls’, etc., with Brian and Jason (and someone else) only to find them looking at me like I was crazy and tell me that even though what I was spouting was ‘different’ it was wonderful all the same (which I don’t really know what that meant, as they didn’t explain themselves), talking to Erin about my sudden urge to grind my teeth really hard…nonstop, and wondering to myself if this free time, if you wanna call it that, will actually motivate my azz to put out some more choons, as the time and desire has been lacking because I’ve been so focused on everything else for a good while. I’m thinking I’m going to completely change how my production goes from now on. I’m probably going to go bare bones, bc after listening to shit last night through the filter of 151, I’m positive that EDM music has gotten far too complicated in its structure and composition.
In any case I awoke this morning to find my sink filled with puke (yummy), nice way to start my day, and 2 trays of food from, if I’m guessing right, Skyland Restaurant. Huh? They’re full trays of food, as if they weren’t even touched? Huh? Again? Alright now, weird. *Looks around the house…..* Nope, I’m by myself, that is unless someone’s in the closet…………hold on a sec, gotta check this out.
…………….. ^0^
Nope, alone….or is it lonely? I get the two confuzzled a lot, probably more so now that I’m going to be exercising those words more often than not.
My living room floor is literally saturated in pictures. I must have come home and did the whole ‘go through the photographic memory thing’ one does when he/she has lost his/her way. The sepia one from our beginning, the ‘tears of joy in the darkness’ I guess you could call it, is still my fav…..good times.
Nevertheless, I got my first laugh I’ve had in days……
I came across this on my counter when I woke up earlier, just beside a .38 of mine (I don’t even want to know), no doubt. Talk about the most unexpected random shit happening this week, I tell ya……it’s been a trip. Whether it’s Baptizms, Mannerizms or Alcoholizms…….
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OKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK…..bwahahaha…..
Now my sink waaaaaaas filled with puke, but the toilet isn’t filled with…….well pretty flowers.
That’s definitely Molly’s handwriting, but what the hell is it doing in a bag on my countertop, just out of nowhere? And what’s with that message? FOFLx000
I guess she’s still good for a laugh, considering the circumstances.
Anyways, I also happen to be looking through tons of other pictures today as well since they’re strewn out all over the place, in my house and in my comp, and actually saw some of me, but there aren’t many as I’m mostly a camera phobe. I’z gotsa some nappy curlez for realz……most of yaz have probably never seen me b4…..and since it’s random bullshit photo day…..and since I don’t understand why I took a dumbass picture of the top of my forehead this morning……
Before:
After (I just woke up….bwahaha….):
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And then of course there’s always this one…..
How’s that for an inside joke only I would get…..fofl….
What a difference a day makes…….imma go find out what I did last night exactly……and probably sulk more inside my alonliness.
