Have you ever walked outside in broad daylight with a joint between your fingers? I have. Nobody gives a fuck, really. Nobody's going to spend a minute of their precious time to tell you off or call the authorities or do something--anything--about it. It's just a joint man. I can just imagine a world where everybody can do their morning walks while smoking a spliff. That would be a really wonderful morning.
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I fell out of love with someone. And fell in love with another. Fell out of love with another. And fell in love with someone. And now I'm just confused.
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I have a new favortie movie--Fish Story. I like anything cathartic, and I can say that Fish Story is the embodiment of catharsis. It doesn't leave you all confused and with a bad headache. It tells and ends a good story well. It leaves you with that warm fuzzy feeling inside and it stays there for a long time. I didn't really know what it was about before I watched it, I thought it was a rockumentary of some Japanese punk band from the 70s but it was really more; it was sci-fi and music and comedy and romance and everything else. It's 114 minutes long and I have already watched it three times. The last time was when we were counting down to the day of "rapture." Just perfect.
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I get high with a little help from my friends.
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I spent last Friday as a Break-Up Patrol Ranger. Rapture countdown with a heartbroken girlfriend and a few friends coming and going. They cleaned C's apartment then we watched the best feel-good movies reserved for the day before the end of the world -- Easy A and Fish Story (which actually falls under the End-of-the-World film genre). We had hotdogs, cocktails, noodles, and beer. And of course weed. Duh.
The next day I went to a graduation party of a friend. Played Puerto Rico, killer-killer, that question game, and sang at the Karaoke. Spent the night there. Went to the mall the next day with my housemates. Went home and fell down the stairs. Hooray.
So today, I am stuck at home with an injured left foot.
