POSTING WHILE HIGH
Well, not really that high. I had some rolls left over from last week, but they are shitty. If I take 3 and can still type coherently, there's a problem. Sometimes, I wish I did coke, or smoked weed, or something else, so that you pretty much know what you are getting before you purchase...but, nothing is like E, and it's about the only drug I do.
Hurricane Katrina just came through my back yard and my poor tree is almost naked. I feel sorry for it...I like that tree, and I was just commenting to a friend of mine how it looks like it has been through hell and back already. Plus, I don't want to lose the tree, because it blocks the sun in the morning, and it's fucking hot here, lol.
OK, I have a story. It's a nice one, and probably not something you would expect to hear from me...
I can't eat animal crackers. CAN'T DO IT. They make me cry. Chocolate bunnies or Santa Claus, snowman or gingerbread cookies, or anything else shaped like an animal can't go in my mouth, but animal crackers are by far the worst. I just can't bear seeing them all smiley and happy, just there in my hand, and they look so content...and then...BAM! bite the head off. And there, in your hand, the headless body goes on about its' business, having only bought a few more seconds of life with the sacrifice of its' head...well, maybe less than a few seconds. It all depends on how your mother taught you to chew. It has been like this ever since I was a kid. I love animals.
Don't get me wrong, I will eat the hell out of a steak. Just don't make me look at a smiling cow cracker and expect me not to get a lump in my throat. The tiger are the worst...I start BAWLING just looking at them!
For some reason though I don't give a crap about the monkeys. I don't like monkeys.
Or clowns.
But, I digress...the point of the story is that my friend (the one I was talking to about the tree in my backyard) is broke, and she's my best friend in the world, and she wanted to do something special for my birthday. So, she took some construction paper and some wood glue and put a bunch of animal crackers on the paper. She then drew little smiley faces on them and covered them with clear nail polish to keep them from going bad. Then, she wrote on the paper, To: Ben HAPPY !! YADHTRIB [it was backwards on purpose...I hope] and then Thank You, Animal Crackers. *no animals were harmed *
It may sound stupid, but this thing made me cry for hours. It was by far the most thoughtful gift that anyone had ever given me. I love it and I am going to frame it, and keep it on my wall forever. You would never know I am such a pussycat if you met me, but, I am, and I just can barely stand looking at this thing.
It makes me happy...I will think about it when I am down.
Well, not really that high. I had some rolls left over from last week, but they are shitty. If I take 3 and can still type coherently, there's a problem. Sometimes, I wish I did coke, or smoked weed, or something else, so that you pretty much know what you are getting before you purchase...but, nothing is like E, and it's about the only drug I do.
Hurricane Katrina just came through my back yard and my poor tree is almost naked. I feel sorry for it...I like that tree, and I was just commenting to a friend of mine how it looks like it has been through hell and back already. Plus, I don't want to lose the tree, because it blocks the sun in the morning, and it's fucking hot here, lol.
OK, I have a story. It's a nice one, and probably not something you would expect to hear from me...
I can't eat animal crackers. CAN'T DO IT. They make me cry. Chocolate bunnies or Santa Claus, snowman or gingerbread cookies, or anything else shaped like an animal can't go in my mouth, but animal crackers are by far the worst. I just can't bear seeing them all smiley and happy, just there in my hand, and they look so content...and then...BAM! bite the head off. And there, in your hand, the headless body goes on about its' business, having only bought a few more seconds of life with the sacrifice of its' head...well, maybe less than a few seconds. It all depends on how your mother taught you to chew. It has been like this ever since I was a kid. I love animals.
Don't get me wrong, I will eat the hell out of a steak. Just don't make me look at a smiling cow cracker and expect me not to get a lump in my throat. The tiger are the worst...I start BAWLING just looking at them!
For some reason though I don't give a crap about the monkeys. I don't like monkeys.
Or clowns.
But, I digress...the point of the story is that my friend (the one I was talking to about the tree in my backyard) is broke, and she's my best friend in the world, and she wanted to do something special for my birthday. So, she took some construction paper and some wood glue and put a bunch of animal crackers on the paper. She then drew little smiley faces on them and covered them with clear nail polish to keep them from going bad. Then, she wrote on the paper, To: Ben HAPPY !! YADHTRIB [it was backwards on purpose...I hope] and then Thank You, Animal Crackers. *no animals were harmed *
It may sound stupid, but this thing made me cry for hours. It was by far the most thoughtful gift that anyone had ever given me. I love it and I am going to frame it, and keep it on my wall forever. You would never know I am such a pussycat if you met me, but, I am, and I just can barely stand looking at this thing.
It makes me happy...I will think about it when I am down.
I love animals. but I like eating things that are shaped like them and stuff. just call me sadistic.
I also don't often care when ppl are harmed or die. just doesn't rile me up. but something happens to an animal and then its a whole different story