I live vicariously in the lives of strangers online as if I could participate. I wish I could be a party person. I've tried many times but I'm too inexperienced and awkward. I say the wrong things. The reality is that the life I think I'm missing out on probably doesn't exist anyway. I secretly think almost everyone else is pretending to. All but a few are equally awkward. The party people I...
Blogging about not blogging
I’m out of money and food and drugs but I do have some chocolate.
I don't enjoy mornings without chocolate. Even more, I don't enjoy mornings without chocolate and meth. I'm tired. I want to go back to sleep. I could sleep another hour before feeding the chickens but I know from experience, that second sleep makes me even more tired. I'm grumpy. The cat came to me for morning snuggles and it annoyed me. It sensed I was not in the mood and she wandered away...
A rambling blog inspired by found drugs in the carpet once again. Life is better spun than none.
A dream about how politics is supposed to work
A different perspective about how ai art hurts the wirst more than the best
The itch is real and eventually I just give in. The stretch marks on my bflabby thighs are now ribbed for displeasure. There was a time when the scratching felt good. Now I strum my skin grooves and the relief doesn't come. It's 4am on a Monday and I'm going to start my morning distractions. At some point the irritation stops being the main focus and then it's gone until the next time I relax...
A wave of sadness and uselessness returns triggered by sobriety and unrelated comments I interpret personally.
A blog, a song, a video, all done after blowing the final clouds of my stash.
Another day waking up, napping, looping
My minute long podcast about boycotting McDonalds.
Ok... So today wasn't my first day without drugs. I mean my rations are extremely low, and much of what I smoked was more placebo white clouds but I do feel a slight bit more awake now than I did 5 minutes ago. My rubber chicken bong had a surprising amount of white dust in it. Enough to make any sane person ponder how much of my drug of choice is lining the inner walls of all my organs, or...
