I'm baaaaack ... yes indeedy ... stoned ... you know it ...
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!
Life is a colossal joke. One big fucking comically absurd exercise in self mutilation. How can I not be expected to pass my days in an over-medicated stupor???? Seriously maaaaaaan ... pass the druggage and turn on the fucking soccer game. The only ways these days to soothe the savage beast that is Panties.
Well ... aren't I just the brightest little ray of sunshine you've ever seen???? Specially for someone that smokes as much bud as I do ...
For your reading pleasure, here in brief is the context for my latest meltdown into furious apathy. Oxymoronic much ... yeah yeah. Whatevahhhhhh ...
Family feuding ... me ... reluctant peacekeeper and suicide bomber all rolled into one. I am loving the paradoxes today!!! Wooo hoooo .... Yup ... money is an evil bitch master. It corrupts and it pollutes the soul. To top it off I am enjoying a heaping side of relationship bullshit ... with some insane work garnish for good measure. The incredible person from Sudan I am trying to sponsor as a refugee is being met with bureaucratic indifference and betrayal so much so that he is being forced to return to the place where they are waiting to capture, torture and kill him. I went to Vancouver this weekend for a mental break to get away form all this craziness ... and ... wait for it ... our car broke down in the absolute worst possible fucking part of East Hastings. Oh yesssss .... I am generally an advocate /spokesperson for the downtrodden and the impoverished masses ... but when they descend on you like an army of a thousand, addicted, hopelessly disturbed zombies ... not so good. On my perilous journey to find a working pay phone I saw sights that would send the most hardened of observers running for their mommies. Not me ... but still not a pleasant experience for sure.
Anyways ... enough belly aching, whining, and boo hooing for one journal entry. In the grand scheme of things it could be a million times worse. I could live in Sudan or Iraq and be worried about someone coming to brutally murder me in the night. So thank the universe for cursing me in small doses.
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!
Life is a colossal joke. One big fucking comically absurd exercise in self mutilation. How can I not be expected to pass my days in an over-medicated stupor???? Seriously maaaaaaan ... pass the druggage and turn on the fucking soccer game. The only ways these days to soothe the savage beast that is Panties.
Well ... aren't I just the brightest little ray of sunshine you've ever seen???? Specially for someone that smokes as much bud as I do ...
For your reading pleasure, here in brief is the context for my latest meltdown into furious apathy. Oxymoronic much ... yeah yeah. Whatevahhhhhh ...
Family feuding ... me ... reluctant peacekeeper and suicide bomber all rolled into one. I am loving the paradoxes today!!! Wooo hoooo .... Yup ... money is an evil bitch master. It corrupts and it pollutes the soul. To top it off I am enjoying a heaping side of relationship bullshit ... with some insane work garnish for good measure. The incredible person from Sudan I am trying to sponsor as a refugee is being met with bureaucratic indifference and betrayal so much so that he is being forced to return to the place where they are waiting to capture, torture and kill him. I went to Vancouver this weekend for a mental break to get away form all this craziness ... and ... wait for it ... our car broke down in the absolute worst possible fucking part of East Hastings. Oh yesssss .... I am generally an advocate /spokesperson for the downtrodden and the impoverished masses ... but when they descend on you like an army of a thousand, addicted, hopelessly disturbed zombies ... not so good. On my perilous journey to find a working pay phone I saw sights that would send the most hardened of observers running for their mommies. Not me ... but still not a pleasant experience for sure.
Anyways ... enough belly aching, whining, and boo hooing for one journal entry. In the grand scheme of things it could be a million times worse. I could live in Sudan or Iraq and be worried about someone coming to brutally murder me in the night. So thank the universe for cursing me in small doses.
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So i landed a cool job being the staff photog for this new chick magazine..and i remember you told me you know alot of girls who ride bikes, some pro...wana lean them my way?..or to a couple people who are looking for just those girls?
I'll be off to whistler at the end of the month, huge competition there..and i think i enjoy taking action shots more then girly portraits..it pays! haha.
Are you going to starve us of Pantie goodness until we fill your journal again? Please don't...
I'll be good.
Promise.
Cuous.
Me.
And slightly surreal tonight apparently.