watching a slideshow of photos from a rave
got me thinking that luckily, I’m pretty safe from drug dependency because to me the idea of being on drugs in any kind of stressful situation is anathema. pinging at a rave surrounded by freakishly dressed ravers? eurgh. smoking a joint before work? no thanks. I just can’t understand the appeal of being under the influence during something that I know’s going to be unpleasant....
sitting at home in my house clothes (any combination of my clothes combined in a way that’s both comfortable and unacceptable in a public setting). knitting and having a cup of tea in the near future. grooving to missy elliot and rocking a side ponytail. thirstay? baby bring it over here to my house so we can watch this is england together before it’s due back at the video shop and...
27 more minutes
of this unbearable shift and then I can go home and -smoke a joint -eat so many skittles
Things that are the worst:
-watching the clock tick over to 4:20 during your first five minutes at work -people on the bus who sit next to you and then don’t move after a seat opens up where they can sit by themselves. don’t sit next to me if you don’t have to, sweaty stranger; it’s basic common sense.
I can tell today is going to be rad because I failed at putting my socks on so badly I had to stop and start over again. alright.
do: have a fat joint before your shower don’t: try to knit while high. I cannot understand what I’m doing wrong, only that something is very, very wrong indeed.