avalyn

So, yeah. I did end up going out alone on Saturday night. I had a great time, but don't really feel the need to go into it. I will say, however, that I did something that I occasionally do when I'm out drinking -- I smoked a clove. For some reason it seemed like the best clove I'd ever had, so I bought a pack. And finished it before dawn. And this morning I bought two more packs. (All this in light of having quit smoking in 2003, after 11 years. Eegh.)

What's the name of this type of stupidity again? Ignorance? Ass-backwardness? Whatever. *puff* *inhale*

As I was walking back from the smoke shop (conveniently located near my apartment), two parochial school girls in school uniforms (presumably on their way to the high school that's behind my apartment complex) asked if I had any cigarettes. So I gave them each a Djarum Light. Ah, memories. They weren't familiar with cloves, but wanted one anyway. "They're kind of strong, so be careful," I told them.

Also: I got one of my lame-ass tattoos covered this weekend, too. There's a picture of it in my pics section. Since I have such a shite camera, if you can't make out what it's supposed to be, it's a blacked-out sun with a corona of flames. It used to be a poorly-inked Necronomicon sigil that I got when I was far too young and into death metal. I added a couple of pics from my long-past goth days, too, either for your amusement or surprise.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch...

is it OK for me to feel this way
put my head in your lap
and the world will go away

Kinnie Starr is one of my newfound musical loves. You ought to check out some of her music. (Above lyrics excerpt from the song "Alright")

I want to hold you... yes