Anti abandons the internet.

i bought this weed cuz it was 50 bucks for 5 grams vs the usual 50 bucks for 3.5, but it's gross and leafy, and tastes like rancho cucamonga smells. (like shit).

i haven't stuck my big old shnauze thru the blinds to see what the days looks like, but from the way the light looks coming thru the cracks... i bet it's shitty out there.

to the windowwwwwwwwwwwws, to the walls.

i have painful callouses all over my hammer hand. my left hand is smooth and normal, but my right hand feels like 80 grit sand paper. you can only imagine what the implications are for jerkin the gerkin.

the only thing i miss about highschool is the wood shop class. staple gun wars, launching wood blocks off the table saws, and smoking cigs in the wood room. right now i'd stick my hammer hand on the belt sander and file away all that dead tuff scratchy skin. then i'd build you a birch wood entertainment center, or maybe an oak book shelf.

my hair gives new meaning to the phrase, poofy-psychotic-mess.

all im gonna eat today is ice cream.

does anyone from back in the day remember the carlos n charlies on sunset? that was where i went on my tenth birthday... and they put this huge sombrero on my head, and they all sang some mexican song really loud, and i had to blow out a candle and make a wish and all that...

so my family all asks me what my wish was after the singing waiters go back to refilling waters and shit, and i told them, my only wish, was to get that fucking heaving hat off my fucking head.

anyways, i miss that restaraunt. fuck dublins.

posted by John  # 2:19 PM