here i am (busted on vid) talkin shit about a comment i deleted where a guy claimed that weed made people boring. WRONG-O SPAGHETTIO! i was going to expand but instead stoner laughed, then forgot my point, then shoveled a ton of thai food, then continued on to say that weed opens up my brain and dumps lots of garbage out and it’s great. i’m getting a lot of shit written for my book (showed my uncle the agency contract and he was all holy shit good on ya etc.) will get lawyer to mark it up and off we go then. um what was my point again oh right, productivity. weed. trying to come up with material through several hours’ worth of hangover was pretty tough. i admitted to the ryerson class that for the last two years i definitely put my dream on hold there (book writing) and it was my own fault. in drinking less i feel far more clear-headed and i don’t have suicide anxiety each morning (happens later on in the day) so that’s a sigh of relief. i think back on those times and it stuns me how terrifying it really was to live like that for a year and a half, every morning. anyway. WEED POLL!
ugh. the real reason some people, including myself, keep coming back is because it is interesting to see a single person’s life being reduced to a blog, and then reading that blog. i.e. if anyone at all were to blog every single mundane detail of their life, it would have the same kind of hook. When people, who are not necessarily huge fans, keep coming back, this is the reason – not necessarily because they are somehow in love with you! just putting it out there..
COOL ONE PROXY QUEEN! sorry guy, you try to cop my shit and it has NO hook. people criticize the shit out of me constantly and claim what i do is simple. fine yeah totally anyone could essentially do this too for sure. yes. but do they? no. therefore, that argument is rendered pointless. step up or shut up. i never claimed to be anything more or less than what i am so stop stockpiling shit i didn’t ask for on my head. wow i wish i could devote so much time to making contact with someone i allegedly despise. you’re creeps!
ew dude. where do you think you are?
awesome public washroom q-tip explosion just when i needed one. absolutely every single one flew into the sink.
patio doob decoy. no i do not smoke. blech.
yes, it’s true. banality and the great mundane is widely accessible to all. now go be somebody.
here‘s a photo set from the rest of thursday’s goings-on.
only the best for you baby.