all i want is someone i can make out with in the movie theaters...

:(

i know this blog is supposed to be dedicated to my zooted musings but i am in dire need of a break.

1) i'm broke.

2) i become extremely irritable when i'm not faded.

3) my figure needs to be in tip top shape for the summer (smashes).

4) i've lost all motivation to go out and be social.

5) sober life has become a fucking drag.

all things aside, maybe sweet mary jane is, in fact, opening my mind to the truths of this ugly world and revealing to me all the right reasons to become a hermit.

your music sucks

i've faked it every single time.

peace

i found my joy again. i realized it as i was driving through downtown on my way to ralph's. the music was perfect and loud. the breeze squeezing through my window crack was pleasantly cool. the buildings...the sunset's purple reflection against the window panes...the disney concert hall. EJGWGJ)(@#h3ohfwe0293h...

i felt it again while i was smoking a spliff on my porch (sigh...i have a porch) and the grey cashmere cardigan i stole from my mom was the perfect choice for this dusk of young summer. and knowing that i made the right choice made me smile. i was listening to the symphony of the 101 nearby and watching airplanes straight out of hey arnold flying overhead. knowing that i had just accidentally stumbled upon this nug i was inhaling into my lungs made me laugh my ass off by myself and i wasn't even a little embarrassed about looking crazy.

i walked inside my little house, closed the windows, and fell into my blankie, perfectly thrown onto the sofa; x files paused on the screen ready to resume, poptarts and cookies my roomie brought home from her dad's house ready to be consumed...i am the happy loner.