HAH

Cryo: if I had semi-nekkid victoria secret models here, would I be online?
Cryo: don't answer that.

soft hair and a velvet tongue.

Oh to what depths I have sunk.
I just smoked in my room ...

I almost skipped aftermovietoileting in order to get outside to smoke.

Fuck it, it contributes to a calmer eris.

I've had this pack since the last wrasslin ppv we watched at Olympic gardens,
(the strip club we go to that shows the ppv for free)
cause there's a dude there that gives out camels.
Another ppv to go to on Sunday,
But I think I might actually go *buy* cigarettes tonight.
I've got three left.

dot dot dot.

fucking hell eris REMEMBER which sody is the drinky and which is the ashy.

Took J to see The Producers,
wasn't as fun as my first seeing (natch),
but just as funny.

I WAS NEVAH A MEMBER OF ZE NAZI PARTY!

And then we hopped to Aeon Flux.
Nothing to complain about a hot chick kicking ass,
but the movie itself was sub-par.

Tempted as hell to stop by Chicago for a drink after the movie,
but couldn't justify spending the money.

I didn't feel so bad 'til the sun went down

Obsessing and playing songs on repeat again.

2 smokes left now.
fuck this noise,
I'm going to the store.

!!!

=)

Read between the lines, what's fucked up and everything's all right.

I type weird when holding a cigarette.
Not any slower but weird,
my left hand uses different fingers for letters,
as to not drop smokie.

All my IM talkie people did go away, or bed.

Random thought,
I should learn how to play drums.
What's hotter than a hot drummer chick?
Not a whole fucking lot I can tell ya.

Ok ok ok, a semi-good looking drummer chick.

Christ, this which soda for ashy and which for drinky thing,
is going to turn into something like spanky's taco villa cup incidents.

Either way I'm eventually going to have a mouth full of ash.

Live without warning.

This is cracking me the hell up.
this is the link for clicky

Am v. amused.

I beg to dream and differ.

Mission accomplished.

We have made it thus far without a face full of ash.
Go me!

Just back to the chewing on a piece of plastic,
seems more like to give me cancer,
who knows what chemicals are in the plastic.

Should sleep,
nothing of importance to say.
Most.pointless.post.ever.

"We don't know and we don't care."

Let's think the unthinkable, let's do the undoable, let's prepare to grapple with the ineffable itse

If you try and take a cat apart to see how it works, the first thing you have on your hands is a non-working cat. Life is a level of complexity that almost lies outside our vision; it is so far beyond anything we have any means of understanding that we just think of it as a different class of object, a different class of matter; 'life', something that had a mysterious essence about it, was God given, and that's the only explanation we had. The bombshell comes in 1859 when Darwin publishes 'On the Origin of Species'. It takes a long time before we really get to grips with this and begin to understand it, because not only does it seem incredible and thoroughly demeaning to us, but it's yet another shock to our system to discover that not only are we not the centre of the Universe and we're not made of anything, but we started out as some kind of slime and got to where we are via being a monkey. It just doesn't read well.

I'm two quarters and a heart down. And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds.

Now is the time in which we attempt to merge with the bed on a molecular level.

Must become one with sleep.

The impossible often has a kind of integrity to it which the merely improbable lacks.

I attempted to try to give myself directives on what to dream ...

I ended up dreaming that I was writing a technical manual on how to make the geekflower.
Very technical, as in exact degrees of twist, patterns of number of leaves per row, etc.

And then there was a whole other bit,
where I was hanging around with some indie director,
talking about equipment costs,
and telling him about how to make your own steady-cam rig.

Also, about 3 hours after going to bed, I woke up.
Brain TOTALLY awake, thinking it'd been at least 7 hours,
went to the bathroom, wasn't dizzy at all,
but the world was very very oddly coloured,
and there was a strange whooshing sound in my brain.

Looked at the clock, realised I'd only been asleep for 3 hours.
Went back to bed.

If they knew ...

So, the voice of reason in my head is a dirty old man,
why is this a surprise to no one?

CLIXBY (adj.) Politely rude. Briskly vague. Firmly uninformative.

It's that time again,
for the masses to gather in worship of the wonder which is eris spanky.

Or just an excuse for a party.

CLICK IT!
lasvegas_trip

It was his subconscious which told him this - that infuriating part of a person's brain which never

Must.Sleep.Or.Die.

A.T.N.T.M.J.H.H.T.T.M.S.