raymi rockefeller

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that’s me testing out a hangover patch. i’m not hung today so i guess it worked though i only had a couple gins so i don’t think i’d be hung anyway. i’m going to get a ton of these for my gift bags. you slap it on 40 minutes before you start to give’r.

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ginger has this ugly little scarecrow in his room. i crashed there last nite after space weed and sushi. his bed is like one of those thousand dollar jobs all foam core whatever and it destroys my back every time and then i always walk home from the distillery to parkdale checkin’ work emails the whole way making calls like a total business guy idiot dressed like a softball player extra pounding an americano wearing flats and that’s what does me in double whammy. after this weekend i’m making time for a chiro visit. clem call me.

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so in summation, those expensive beds do nothing but harm. you’re fine on the floor.

ginger’s friend thinks he has mental problems cos we’ve never banged and probably never will now it’s just funny cos look at us don’t we look like we’re a doing it simpleton couple just havin’ a casual hang in front of the tube watching our game? ginger’s co-worker is all SERIOUSLY DUDE WHAT’S YOUR FUCKING PROBLEM DO YOU HAVE MENTAL PROBLEMS YOU HAVE FUCKING MENTAL PROBLEMS hahahhahaha.

going to gorillaz tonite with gill and the gang i can’t remember the last time i did something just to do it like regular people. my life feels like it revolves around getting some, and blogging. when i engage in activities purely self indulgent ones i feel guilty like i’m supposed to be out hustling. never forget the joy of life people. rob said he forgot why he got into making films after awhile cos it becomes actual work doing shit for other people, you forget that you started this for you and now i’m taking a dog to a fucking spa tomorrow. hilarious.

for the love of blog and writing a book is why i started making a name for myself out here in the urban artistic wilderness. it’s a nice life but once in awhile you have to actually work hard at it which is where i pull suck attack stunts. would i be happier if i chose the “easier” route of 9-5 professional? maybe. doubt it. i don’t think i’d be happier any which way i’m just not meant to be a happy type so really it shouldn’t matter what i do. though, money is pretty wicked.

wow tangent. end.

i’m in a stress vortex so i had trouble sleeping last nite and now my back is fucked but i don’t have time to be in pan right now i am pushing my body’s limits.

CU L8R!